Open When You Need A Laugh Novels & Stories

Zen could tell that she rarely laughed and that she probably didn’t know how wonderful the sound was. “You have a beautiful laugh you know?” he complimented, to be blessed with the sight of her reddened cheeks. “Thank you! I rarely do,” she admitted. “I can tell, but why?” he questioned. “It’s a luxury to be able to,” she replied sadly. Zen was sure then that his new friend was broken. “We need to fix that. Laughing is the one thing that you should be able to do at every opportunity. I heard people who laugh more live longer,” he joked.

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

viola unable to control her laughing she bursted into laughter and collapsed on floor while laughing she holded her stomach as it was paining due to heavy laughing liam was confused because he is expressing his grief but this girl is laughing like he cracked a joke he shouted "What the hell why you're laughing?" viola replied "how can you be this foolish I just made a prank to make you disclose your fake fever drama act but seriously you're foolish" he asked "so whatever you said now" viola continued "whatever I said was a pure lie I just used veniger and few spices along with chilli paste I dont think these will make a man impotent" Liam's face turned pale after listening to her lame prank

The day before the high school reunion, the queen bee who'd bullied me for three years suddenly posted a video in the group chat. In the video, my 220-pound high school self was locked inside a bathroom, with a piece of paper stuck to the back of my uniform that read: [No Food for Pigs] The group chat instantly erupted. [Holy shit, she's coming to the reunion?] [Do you think the hotel chairs can hold her?] [After all these years, she can't possibly still be so fat she won't even fit through the door, right?] Naomi White, the queen bee who'd led the bullying back then, tagged me. [Old friend, everyone wants to see you. You have to come to the reunion this time.] Soon, someone started

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 had to go crazy and hump a random guy before it stopped. Her: oh geez! I need to award myself with gold, aren't I amazing? (Teary laughing emoji) Me: (bored) get a life and get married. Her: when there are so many cocks to try? Never! (Extreme laughing) But don't worry, your package may or may not contain anything sexual and shocking. Just remember to take a pic of your expression and send it to me, I have to see. Me: if it's a stupid thing, don't ever come back to Washington or you're screwed!

, a laugh that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's laugh, a laugh that is afraid, a laugh that is in pain, a laugh that hopes, a laugh that believes, a laugh that loves, a laugh that says, "I am here, I am alive, I am real, I am true, I am your daughter, I am your mother, I am your sister, I am your family, I am your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love," and I watch her, I watch her laugh, I watch her live, I watch her be hap

“Now get over here and help me eat this food. And grab me a soda, would you?” I tossed her the remote. “Find something you want to watch.” “Just not a chick flick. I want something funny tonight. Something that’ll make us laugh so hard we’re scared of throwing our pizza back up.” I opened the fridge. “I hear Trevor Noah’s new standup is hysterical.” “Oh, Trevor Noah it is, then.”

“What is wrong?” “First time I am hearing you laugh but this time you are not laughing at me.” “Sorry…” I let out lamely. “Me too,”

Aubrey rolled his eyes but laughed along, grateful that money couldn’t buy these moments—the kind of ordinary, ridiculous joy that reminded them all of who they were. Even Mother, battling depression, found that laughter sometimes returned to her like an old friend she thought she had lost. One morning, she walked into the living room where her children were bickering loudly about who was the “favorite.” Without missing a beat, she cleared her throat and said, “It’s obviously me. I’m my own favorite.” The room exploded in laughter, the heaviness of years lifting just for that moment.