No One's Laughing At God Novels & Stories

He laughs so hard that he doubles over, holding his stomach. “Oh fuck, the Moon Goddess has a sense of humor, doesn’t she?” he laughs. “What the fuck is so funny?” I snarl, furious that my brother, who rarely fucking laughs, is laughing at me like this is the best joke he’s ever heard in his life. He stops, his body still bouncing with silent laughter. “Oh goddess, you don’t see it. You’re so fucked up over this, you don’t see it, do you?” he asks me.

God. Joining in. Fair. Becoming someone. Reasonable honestly. For the next hour Lily turned herself into a professional comedian. God. Everything became material. Fair. Faces. Voices. Reasonable. Falling over dramatically. God. Pretending to trip. Fair. Making animal sounds. Reasonable honestly. Peanut rewarded most of it with laughter. God. Tiny wonderful laughter. Fair. The house had never sounded happier. Reasonable. Then later, after the excitement settled, Lily sat beside her sister quietly.

“Think bigger.” Everyone laughs.

Garrison went very still. Then he started laughing. Deep, gut-wrenching laughter that filled the room and kept filling it, doubling him over, the whiskey bottle swinging loose from his fingers. He laughed until his eyes watered, until he had to brace himself against the windowsill to stay upright. "The Moon Goddess," he managed between breaths. "She really does have the sickest sense of humor." "It's not funny."

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

Only this time a Gerand Yosefa laughed crisply and up to this wide. Loose and fun. So the laughter is not belittling but because there is something funny. But it is also not a cuteness that is made up, really only natural because there is something funny. while Regi himself was just staring as usual, evenly. "I'm serious mad Sir. Yes or not. Then I'll leave this place. Even so, I also have connections, so don't underestimate me. If it's not from someone in power, I have someone to ask for helpand you never would have guessed that either. "

God, we ran, leaving the sputtering, confused rage of the men behind us. Ran through the dark streets, our lungs burning, our feet pounding on the pavement, ran until the adrenaline started to drain, leaving behind shaky limbs and gasping breaths. And then we started laughing. Hysterical, breathless laughter that bubbled up from a place of pure, unadulterated relief. Running, leaning against a brick wall, gasping for air, we just laughed until tears streamed down our faces. “Oh my god,” Sophia choked out between laughs, wiping her eyes.

God, she never wished to have the gaze of a dagger as much as she wished right now! “For just a goddamn frog? You dared…” She spoke, instantly vanishing the suppressed laughter in his face. Instead, he pursed his lips together as his eyes laid beneath. She hit the bullseye. “You’re afraid of a goddamn frog? A miniscule size of being?” She hit again. No, this guy, Kris shouldn’t be the only one to enjoy this situation by laughing at what he put her into.

he laughed loudly, watching everyone's expression. * #TBC

HE could not help but giggle in pleasure and excitement as HE draws a final sinister smile at the very end and whispers. “And it all just rotten away.” Could not help but finally laugh in amusement and thrill from the game that getting deeper, twisted, and exciting in its very core and insanity. HE calms HIMSELF as HE immediately composes HIS stance, as HE should not get excited and too much in return for all along, HE is the only true GOD. “Well then.”