Laughed Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Angela asked, then burst out laughing. I wiped my face, half-laughing, half-crying now. "Stop laughing,it's not funny".

ASHLEY'S P.O.V There are different reasons why people laugh. Some people laugh out of happiness, say when they pass an exam or get a modeling trip to Hawaii. Others from excitement, like when they hear good gossip. Some people laugh in victory and some laugh to mask defeat or shame. Laughter can be a language when understood. You can tell so much by the sound of it, the person, and why he or she is laughing.

He laughed so hard that tears began forming in the corners of his eyes. "Brain logged out?" Audrae laughed together with him."Don't judge me!"She covered her face again."I panicked, okay?" Kenji shook his head, still smiling. Then his laughter slowly faded into something softer. He looked at her.Really looked at her. This...This was the first time all week that he'd seen Audrae laugh this much. Not the polite smile she gave everyone.Not the automatic laugh she used to reassure people she was okay. This one was different and it reached her eyes.It sounded lighter.

he says simply. I blink at him. “You always do.” He tilts his head. “You look like you could use a dumb joke.” “I really could.” He leans in. “Okay, what do you call a chicken that crossed the road, rolled in mud, and came back?” I stare at him. “A dirty double-crosser.” I snort. “That’s horrible.” He grins. “But you laughed.” “I did not.” He lifts a brow. “You giggled.”

Then a laugh escaped me. Small at first. A chuckle. But I couldn't stop. The laughter grew louder. Soon, I was laughing hard enough that my stomach started hurting. They all stared at me. Mr Whitaker's expression became darker. I didn't care. I wiped the corner of my eye and tried to catch my breath. “Vote?” I looked at him. “For my company?” Another roar of laughter escaped me. Whitaker's jaw tightened. I leaned back in my chair. I laughed until I was satisfied.

~Lyra~ Camilla laughed. Not a small laugh. Not a nervous chuckle. I’m talking about a full-blown, head-thrown-back, mouth-wide-open, mascara-smearing, unhinged kind of laugh. That ugly, cackling, teeth-baring sound that makes you instantly uncomfortable just listening to it. She was clutching her side like she’d just heard the best joke of her life, like someone had handed her a script for a comedy special and said, “Here, this one’s about you losing your damn mind in real time.”

“Think bigger.” Everyone laughs.

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The small ones that might otherwise slip away into the undifferentiated mass of days. The first time she laughed in the pack house. Not a polite laugh or a social laugh but a real one, the kind that surprised her coming out. It was something Liora had said at breakfast in the third week and I had not heard the words but I had heard the laugh from the corridor and I had stopped walking.

He casually said as he gestured at the clothes in his hands. In response Maya did something that shocked both her and Jordan - she laughed. Not a little chuckle, but a full belly churning, laugh. The laugh people use when watching a stand-up comedy shows. Uncensored and uncontrolled. "Casper?" Maya wheezed clutching her sides as tears fell from her eyes.