Motivational Funny Stories Novels & Stories

he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”

he said. “I’m not sleepy.” “Then we can talk,” he replied. “About what?” “About anything that isn’t about kidnappers, plane crashes, or crazy admirers.” I smiled. “Deal.” We talked about small things. Work, his childhood, my aunt, and funny stories. He told me about how he once burned an entire pot of rice and blamed it on the stove. I laughed so hard my back hurt. “Stop laughing,” he said. “You’re injured.”

Eli said, grinning. Lucas chuckled. “I remember getting that call from the nurse. Thought you broke something.” The stories kept coming. Jasmine told the story about the time we got caught skipping class to go get slushies. Selena shared the embarrassing story of me trying to bake cookies at thirteen and setting off every smoke alarm. Even Mr. George told a dry joke about how I used to show up in his office looking like a kicked puppy. I sat there eating lasagna, Eli’s hand on my knee, and felt the full weight of everything that led to this exact night. All the fights. The tears. The breakthroughs. The people who stuck around anyway.

“I once tripped walking into a conference hall. In front of investors. Once though.” He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “And did you recover?” “I pretended it was intentional.” “Of course you did.” Their laughter came easier than she expected. Effortless. Not forced. Not strategic. She told him about a disastrous attempt at cooking local food during one of her business trips. He countered with a story about mistaking a spicy pepper for something mild and paying for it dramatically. “You cried?” she teased. “Briefly,” he said with mock dignity. “But only internally.”

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

Why was he so easily irritated when he could've continued running. My stomach made a knot with how hard I was laughing. Tears were practically pouring out of my eyes at this point. This was the third funny story they had told me in a row, and I don't think I could take another. “What is so funny?” I hear the mafia man's voice say before I saw him. He was approaching us with anger with anger written all over his face. What did I do again? I wondered as he walked up to me. The guard immediately stood up and went back into position, scared for their lives. They had to be after I narrated what happened with the previous guards.

“Leave me, if you do not want to talk now, whenever you are ready, I will be there for you” To make me happy he told me about one of his remarkable experiences in farming, when he was about ten years of age, he went to the farm with one of his father’s workers, the father used to employ workers to help him on his farm. He went with the man from the eastern part of the country, they were to cut a bush, almost like a forest because the place had been left fallow for a long period. It was during the rainy season. They were to use the farm for planting yam. “We were cutting the bush in the rain”. It is believed that farmers should never be afraid of rain nor sunshine. “We continued cutting until

“And I’m Bob-“ One of the sailors interrupted, “He’s always ready with a joke or a story.” The rest of them laughed. Mia found herself drawn to their energy and storytelling. They shared their tales as Mia listened closely, her heart full of wonder and admiration for these amazing men. They spoke of the storms they had faced, the sea monsters they had encountered and the exotic ports of call they had visited. “I really can’t believe it, Ava. Now, I really wish I could go on these adventures.” I sat beside Mia, quietly listening to their stories. "Oh, and then the giant sea monster appeared and we had to fight it off!" Jack narrated his hilarious story and the rest of us roared with laughter.

I'll only ever be a disappointment to him. I still make my jokes though. Thats the time where I can be myself, and make people happy. I want to make people happy. I've never liked it when they're upset. Everytime Theo got upset, I'd tell him a funny story and that usually worked. I wonder if Mommy would have liked my jokes?

And neither of us says anything about it. Fred is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about something that happened at work, and Stephanie is laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink. “Wait…wait…..so you’re telling me you actually told your boss that?” she gasps. “I had to!” Fred defends, pointing dramatically. “He deserved it!” “And you didn’t get fired?” Jason cuts in, clearly amused. “God loves me,” Fred says proudly. We all burst into laughter. Even Lucas. And I swear… I could sit there forever just listening to that sound.