Motivational Funny Stories Novels & Stories

“Not tonight.” “Good,” he said with a grin. “Because my brain is fried. Jax went crazy in the office today and blamed it on a ghost.” I snorted. “Of course he did.” And just like that, conversation flowed. Random things. Silly things. Danny told me about a story he heard from some warriors earlier. I told him about when I was much younger I tried to make friends with a squirrel, which ended as terribly as one would expect. He laughed so hard I had to fight my own smile.

he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" she asked, her voice curious. Mino took a deep breath, launching into a ridiculous tale about the time he accidentally superglued his shoes to the floor during a school assembly. He mimed the actions, making her laugh with his silly gestures. As he told the story, Mino's face contorted with exaggerated expressions, his voice rising and falling with comedic timing. He was a natural-born storyteller, and she found herself giggling uncontrollably at his antics.

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

Amazed at the way it sold, I had to come up with other interesting titles that would shake the market. When I began writing, I started with fables and articles and the zeal and support from my parents made me more conversant. I wrote my first fable 'the lion's tribe and other stories ' and my father supported me by publishing it both as an e-book and and paperback and it was sold in many book stores. My mother told me that I could be one of those great authors that would change the world someday with my pen and that has motivated me even when I try to give up.

HA! You only get one life. Follow your dreams. NEVER APOLOGIZE for setting a goal and coming up with a plan to achieve it. I will help you. I promise. If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that we only get one. Life is short. And no matter how hard you try to soak in each day, today is the only day that’s promised. Yesterday is for memories and learning. And tomorrow is never promised. Don’t live in fear, sweet girls. Fear is a liar that will steal your joy. So live each day with love for others, love for yourself, and faith in something bigger than yourself.

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

I mostly listened, throwing in a comment here and there just enough to stay part of it without taking center stage. At some point, someone started telling a story about accidentally locking themselves out of a hotel room during a tournament. That led to another story, and then another, until Benito launched into his dramatic tale about the time he got food poisoning right before a playoff game. Every time he told it, the story got wilder, until it sounded like he had survived some kind of battlefield instead of bad chicken. “You’re totally making that up,” I said, grinning. “I’m not!” “You absolutely are.”

He asked, signaling the bartender. We found a small table near the bar, and soon enough, we were deep in conversation, the minutes flying by effortlessly. Liam had this way of making me feel at ease, like I could let my guard down without worrying about judgment. He told me funny stories about his early days at the company, including an embarrassing incident with a photocopier that left me clutching my stomach with laughter. “You’re kidding,” I said between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “I wish I were,” he said, grinning. “But no, I really did trip over the cord and send about a hundred copies of my butt flying through the office. Needless to say, I double-check all cords

I told myself I wouldn’t think about it. I was walking across campus with Freckles at my side. She was swinging her bag loosely over her shoulder while I carried mine properly. The sun was bright, students filled the walkways, and the air buzzed with conversations. “I saw the funniest story online this morning,” I was telling her, trying to sound casual. “Some guy tried to cook noodles in his electric kettle, and he ended up burning the whole thing.” Freckles gasped dramatically, her eyes widening. “You’re lying!”