Open When You Need To Laugh Novels & Stories

My sudden loud laugh erupted from me and startled me as it boomed through the room. "Hahahaha!" I let out a roar that reverberated throughout the confined space. "You make me laugh, Laurel!" An immense wave of relief swept through me and eliminated the icy dread which had seized me only moments ago. The explanation seemed far-fetched yet because it was so characteristic of Laurel it had to be real.

Austin says causing me blow out in laughter. I laugh so hard I start hiccupping which only causes me to laugh even harder. Austin has been absolutely serious this whole time that we have been together. I know his club is going through a crazy ordeal but hearing him make a joke allows me to breathe a bit of fresh air.I don't feel so stiff anymore. It's bittersweet. When I finally pull myself together I look over to Austin who has the strangest look on his face, I know I have an annoying laugh. It's one thing I was always teased about growing up. I tend to laugh so hard I snort, like, a lot. I used to try to not laugh when I was younger because I was so sick of the constant bullying.

Raelynn “You can’t be serious.” A laugh bursts from my lips, the kind that starts in your chest and makes your whole body tremble. I have to clutch my stomach, breathing through the ache because I’ve laughed too much already. “No—shut up. You’re lying.”

“I just came to make sure you’re okay” This time, I can’t help the laughter that bursts out of me. Is this some kind of joke?

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.

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.

I start laughing. I don't decide to. My body decides. The sound comes from somewhere below the diaphragm, not from humor — there is nothing funny, there is nothing remotely funny — but from the place the nervous system goes when the ordinary channels aren't sufficient. When grief is too heavy for tears and rage is too large for words and what is left is this: the body laughing because it doesn't know what else to do with something this size. I laugh and I can feel it isn't right, it doesn't sound right, it sounds like something breaking slowly, and I can't stop.

Just put on your laughing shoes, this ain't called an adventure train on a humourous railway for nothing. (Clears throat) There are suspension air bags in case you feel all the air within you are gasping out as you laugh and also get ready to get your ribs cracked too. Courtesy of my personal benevolence— I've provided POP in your various counters for mending of cracked ribs—I'm a good man, ain't I?. Do enjoy the fl—never mind.

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

It is because of a prophecy’. For a second, I’m able to maintain a straight face, and then the laughter is out before I can stop it, and I don’t stop. It’s good to laugh again, even when the reason is ridiculous as it can be. Just when I thought I’ve heard enough absurdities, Quain comes up with one of these.