Laughing Uncontrollably When Stressed Novels & Stories

Suddenly, I hear a quiet laugh. “Holy shit! You’re forcing me back into my teenage masturbating years! You have no idea how long it’s been since I last jerked off!” “Well then… you are welcome,” I snort, hearing him burst into loud, rolling laughter. Damn, his laugh is ridiculously contagious! Turns out he has that type of laugh that makes everyone want to laugh along.

Both of them end up entangled in a comedic display of limbs and laughter. The room reverberates with unbridled amusement, our laughter echoing off the walls. Tears stream down our faces as we struggle to catch our breath, the hilarity of the situation overwhelming us. It is a moment of pure joy, where even the simplest mishaps become the source of endless amusement.

Apparently there is a limit to how much laughing a person can do before it becomes a medical condition. Around me people are still laughing too, leaning on shelves, wiping their eyes, trying to breathe again, no tension anywhere, just noise and laughter everywhere at once. "I can't believe that worked!" "Don't encourage her," someone else groans. I clutch my stomach, looking at him with a smirk, and I almost laugh again, when he gasps and the flour blows from his mouth. And right as the noise raises again— “What’s happening?!” A voice cracks through the warehouse, sharp and heavy enough to cut everything in half.

He just laughed and shook his head as we continued eating dinner. After dinner and six hours of playing cards, we decided to call it a tie. We are both entirely too competitive, with neither of us wanting to concede. I started laughing uncontrollably and Joshua was laughing at me, “Love, I think we are both so tired everything is funny.” I nodded as I wiped the tears from my eyes, “I think you’re right. I would rather be laughing right now than crying or worrying though.” He nodded, “I would rather you laugh too. Laughing every day will help the babies be born happy.” I nodded, “Laughing will also help my stress levels.”

He said to me, I was clearly stressing him out and I was beginning to feel like that big bad wolf from the children's tale that came to pry on the little pigs. I could not even stand to see him feeling hurt as it made my heart ache greatly. The young man clearly had done nothing wrong at all to incur either my wrath or that of my family. I had to make him feel at ease. So, I started laughing. It was a loud, cheeky laugh which Harold himself had once seen through for how fake and weird it sounded. According to him, anyone sensible enough would tell through.

Not the controlled kind. The real kind. The kind that started in her stomach and moved up through her chest and came out of her mouth before she could catch it — the kind of laugh that happened when the comedy of a situation was so perfect, so architecturally complete, that the body’s response was involuntary. The laugh was loud. It carried. Down the hallway. Past the trophy cases. Past the bulletin board. To the place where Ava Donnelly was standing with her jaw tight and her eyes narrow, and the specific, visible fury of a person who had just been humiliated in public and was now hearing someone laugh about it.

Marcel felt like he is a god while the two of them are sinners who asked for his forgiveness. Marcel's laughter erupted like the cackle of a maniac, wild and unrestrained. His eyes grew wide with mirth as he threw his head back, clutching his stomach as if in pain. The sound echoed through the room, filling it with a sense of chaos and unpredictability. It was a laugh that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it because it was clear that Marcel was not in his right mind. As the laughter subsided, he looked around with a twisted grin on his face.

He nudges me aside and walks up to the den door, reaching up to retrieve the solitary key nestled above the white door frame as soon as I establish eye contact. His lips curl in a mocking smirk as he slides the key into the lock. "Perhaps you should explain it again. You know, just in case I missed something over the twenty-plus times you went over it and—" People will either laugh or cry in moments of stress. They've even been known to urinate on themselves.

“Now, who among us feels flustered?” He wiggled his brows in the same way I did earlier when I teased him. Because of an unfathomable feeling, I felt my lips move forward and swell into a pout. Jaxson is such a quirky person, and his grins are really out of this world. Because, even if he annoys you, you can't really get upset at this person, and it's strange that his smiles are even more contagious while you're trying to hold back your laugh to show him how annoyed you are.

I could only see her enjoying all that; Lina laughed as she wrapped her arms at the level of her belly holding herself after feeling the cramps that take possession of our bodies after a halo of uncontrollable laughter appear. "You're a fool," I replied while I was still sitting there, but she didn't stop, she laughed like crazy even giving the impression that she seemed to be possessed by a strange force. "One of these days you will scare me to death, Lina," I replied with some obvious disgust. " "Excuse me, it's always fun to scare you," she murmured. Lina laughed, laughed hard in an uncontrollable and contagious way because yes, although I want to deny it, I also ended up wrapped in such