Laughing Uncontrollably When Stressed Novels & Stories

“How hard can it be?” Just as I’m about to have a stroke, he breaks into a huge grin. “I’m kidding. Of course I’ve parachuted before.” I hit him several times on the chest with my fists. “STOP – DOING – THAT!” He laughs. “What?” “Bullshitting every time someone asks you a question!” “You ever heard the expression, ‘Laugh to keep from crying’?” “Yeah, so?” “So I can either joke around and keep it light, or I can be serious and we can all be miserable and afraid and then panic and lose focus and die. Which is it gonna be?”

The absurdity of the moment overwhelmed me, shattering my composure into laughter that erupted from the depths of my being. I couldn't contain it, and I collapsed onto the soft lawn, clutching my stomach, tears streaming down my face. Kenny and Jasper, my partners in crime, were quick to catch on, and soon they too were convulsing with laughter. Our family members, bemused and entertained, watched the scene unfold with quizzical smiles. It was a much-needed moment of levity, a respite from the stress of wedding planning.

he beams down at me with the biggest grin I had ever seen. I wail around, trying to break free of his grasp. I know he had stopped actually tickling me. But I continued to wail around. My body now hyper sensitive, every movement causing me to squirm. I couldn’t help it. I gasp for air feeling out of breath. My stomach burns. My ab muscles having the work out of their life. As I can’t seem to halt my laughter. I try to steady my breathing, but I can’t. The whole situation is so ridiculous to me. Which only causes me to laugh more. Too much of a good thing was bad. I could swear by it right now. Because my laughter was going to kill me, I swear.

Attempting to compose myself, I cleared my throat and tried to suppress the chuckles that threatened to resurface. However, as I glanced at Axel's bewildered expression, the laughter bubbled up inside me, making it impossible to keep a straight face. "What's wrong, Leah? Are you okay?" Axel's worried voice filled the room, but I couldn't help but burst into another fit of laughter. "Have you been infected with the laughing syndrome?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood.

A single laugh escaped him. We both ended up crying, we were laughing so hard. He fell off to the side of my body. "This isn't funny, Willow Koa. I've never embarrassed myself like that in my life." My laughter turned into howls as my stomach muscles cramped. He threw a pillow over my face. "Shut up, cupcake. You're so fucking loud." I wrapped my arms around the pillow, smooshed it against my mouth. I tried to get my laughter under control. I felt like a volcano had erupted inside me and it was spewing hilarity and mirth all over. It was legitimately just bubbling out of me.

consider a friend, I have had pleasant moments with you, of great joy, the truth was that I had not realized that six months have passed since we met, and that has been a lot. —I really love spending time with you, when I'm at the office and I feel stressed, I only think of you, your smile, I calm down and the stress goes away, I remember the moments when we had fun, and I transported myself to them, my friends tell me that sometimes I look like a madman laughing alone. He laughs. —Jojana, that must be very funny, sometimes the same thing happens to me, but luckily my friend when she sees that I'm in my world, she pinches me and I land there. I say laughing too.

“Need help? Or do you need someone to dramatically throw it out of the window for you?” I couldn’t help the small puff of laughter that escaped. “You’re not funny.” “I’m hilarious. You’re just too stressed to appreciate fine comedy,” he replied with a mock sigh. “So what’s got your brain twisted in knots? Is it the treaties? The histories? Please don’t say the battle strategies. Those gave me nightmares.” I looked at him, and smiled,he was trying to make me laugh, he must have noticed that I was stressed. There was humor in his voice, but his eyes were watching me carefully—soft, concerned, like he saw through the armor I thought I was still wearing.

I found out that his smile had lost its magic as it had no effect on me. ‘Was it because I was too stressed regarding Aster?’ ‘Or was it because I had learned my lesson of not falling into guys who already have a girlfriend?’ Whatever it is, I was happy with it as I didn’t have to carry panic alongside stress. “Hey!” Forcing a smile, I replied, “Hey!” “You were looking awesome yesterday. Really, I was not able to recognize you…” Getting the same compliments over and over from different people was making me sick, but controlling my emotion of exploding, I nodded, replying, “Thank you!”

This looks so good" I sigh in relief. "Really? Thank God" "You were really scared?" She cackles. "Of course, your mood keeps changing", I shrug. She bursts into laughter as I gaze at her. She loves to make fun of it and here I literally go through panic attacks whenever I have to make something for her. "Okay. Are you done laughing at me? Now, should we start?" I groan, making a dirty face. However, it makes me feel better to see her laughing her heart out after she had a breakdown this afternoon. She places her hand on her chest, trying to control her laughter.

She pulled her friend in for a hug "How do I always end up in these situations?" Lorraine asked, with tears cascading down her cheeks again. She picked up a paper tissue and wiped them off "Do you want me to break his legs?" "Or knock some sense into him?" Maia joked, trying to console her friend. Unfavourable light-hearted humour and sarcasm were her go-to's in uncomfortable situations; she often found that laughter was indeed the best medicine.