No One's Laughing At God Novels & Stories

Jones burst into laughter, making Logan join involuntarily. “I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be laughing, but damn! This is funny. You got home and your wife showed you this picture, saying you were with your ex? Wow! Sorry I laughed, continue please. I promise not to laugh again.” Jones was a very simple fellow who laughed even in serious situations. Most times, his laughter held a spell or charm that made it impossible for the victim to get offended. This spell worked again and Noah continued his story. “You haven't stopped laughing at the wrongest times,” Noah complained and sipped his wine.

I asked, already anticipating the infectious laughter that was sure to follow. She took a deep breath, mustering all the confidence a five-year-old could have. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?" We all leaned in, intrigued by Heaven's humor. "I don't know, Heaven. Why did the scarecrow win an award?" I replied, playing along. "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Heaven burst into giggles, her laughter echoing through the room. The table erupted with laughter, including my father, Angel, Misha, and myself. It was a moment of pure joy and release of tension, a reminder that even in challenging times, laughter can bring people closer together.

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

My knees trembled, but not only with awe, but with a fragile, desperate hope. He smiled, but it wasn’t one with warmth. It was mockery with a hint of disgust. “So it’s true what they say,” he said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “The Goddess really does have a twisted sense of humor. And at times she does make mistakes.” The laughter that followed hit me in the chest. My chest burned, my breath hitched out of panic and a sense of impending doom. “Alex… please. We’re mates. This is—”

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.

I complimented wiping tears that escaped my eyes and then shook my head in disbelief. “You can say that again! And He has a very healthy sense of humor. Now we don’t need to go to school to learn about dicks. We can just come to this place and be like ‘hey, this is what a human cock looks like. This is the head, and this is the girth. A very big girth. I am sure the balls are hidden somewhere underneath!” He added up the fuel to the raging fire. God I have never laughed this hard in my life. “Please. Stop… Stop… I can’t take it anymore!” I begged clutching my tummy which was now dang painful. The guys looked at me and then doubled up.

She was ignoring his joke. “It depends on whether I have something to smile at every day….” Clark said. He suddenly glared away. “Just as I do today.” “Getting out of bed in the morning is a good reason to smile. Billions of people worldwide, we are one people God chose to continue because other people never wake up.” Gaby says she hasn’t heard what Clark said. “My goodness, is this still about death?” Clark chuckled. Gaby giggled. “You scared to death already?”

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit–! But the demigod just let out a short, scoffing laugh, looking a bit smug (instead of getting offended) like a cat that got the canary–or the cream, whatever works–as he coughed in his fist and half-turned away from the camera, one of his shoulder trembling visibly with barely-restrained laughter. Of all the things Alastor expected right now (shock, disbelief, I don’t know maybe disgust), being laughed at didn't really cross his mind.

"We smile. We negotiate. We pretend we are civilized. And then we go home and sharpen our knives for the next century of quiet war." "Sounds exhausting." "It is." I picked up a piece of toast. Took a bite. It was perfect. Buttery, warm, slightly charred at the edges. I hated how good it was. "What happens at this Conclave that requires a Null?" I asked between bites. Kael leaned back in his chair. The firelight from the hearth painted shadows across his face.

And with that, a sad smile was formed on my lips. I hope it's always like this. No magic. No enemy. No risk. No one will get hurt. But suddenly they were stunned as they looked at m,e as if a miracle had happened. "Are you laughing for real?" Shiloh said. He is the one sitting next to me. "You just laugh when you saw me dance." He added. I just stared at him jadedly before I speak. "Why am I not allowed to laugh?" I retort but he just chuckles.