Prank Stories 소설 & 이야기

What started off as a fairly subdued group quickly opened up as each of them told funny stories about themselves, knowing that Mark, Myra and Maddy didn't really know any of them. Mark told them of how he'd been so hungover in a lecture at college once that he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up it took him three hours to discover he had drawings on his face. Maddy told them of a photoshoot she'd done where she fainted in front of a client but still got the job, and of how she once did the infamous 'skirt-tucked-into-her-underwear' thing and no-one told her.

"But I'm the worst joke teller in this universe." "No, I'm pretty sure I am. Then you go first." "Well, what happens if a wolf falls into the washing machine?" "Uh, I have no idea." "It becomes a wash and a werewolf." He then makes a BA-DUM-CHA sound with his mouth and bursts into a wide smile. He must know he's pulled the worst prank ever known to mankind, or he wouldn't be so proud. Even though it's stupid, I catch myself laughing anyway. Laughing until the tears flow, falling like rainwater washing my face and arms. Crying until it's impossible to stop, impossible to forget what lies ahead.

“The internet is blowing up about you and Jack! They’re saying you seduced him to get his money.” “What?” I cried. I’d heard even more absurd stories over the past week, but this? Of all the things being said about me, this was plain ludicrous!

Well, a small harmless prank never hurt anyone. "To hell with it. What's the plan?" I ask moving to sit at the small table. "Yes, with Angel on our side this prank is going to be epic. Future school bands will write and sing songs about us. The drama club will make plays about us. We will go down as legends," I look at Fabian with a raised eyebrow and turn to Jace who is giving him the same look as I am. "Bro sit your crazy ass down so we can explain the plan to her," Jace says taking non of Fabian's nonsense.

he trailed off, clearly not fit to form complete sentences in his intoxicated state. "And then," the prince next to him picked up where his brother had left off, "we shall tell embarrassing stories about our little brother to his bride." The brothers laughed. They may have been speaking of this as a joke, but something was off. Their laughs weren't genuine, they sounded stilted and vile to Tiana’s ears. She could feel Nicklaus shifting uncomfortably beside her. The crown prince walked along the table and stood behind the prince and his wife that were sitting in front of Nicklaus and Tiana.

Translation: lie convincingly and make it cute. Some couples went all in—wild beach stories, candlelit dinners, ridiculous near-death adventures. A few were genuinely adorable. Others… were so detailed that Ivy was starting to wonder if they were actually fake couples at all. She sat beside me, fingers nervously tracing the rim of her empty champagne glass. “We didn’t plan a story,” she whispered, her voice tight. “That’s the fun of improv,” I said under my breath, fighting a grin. She turned and gave me that sideways glare—the one that said you’re enjoying this way too much. “You’ll be the death of me.”

"Okay, okay. Maia, make sure you scream nice and loud so I can enjoy the show too," Raul said. They said long-haul truckers were a crude bunch. I was seeing it firsthand now. I couldn't believe the things coming out of their mouths. My face was burning a deep crimson. For the rest of the day, I lay on the sleeper berth in the back while the two men chatted up front. Most of their conversation consisted of raunchy jokes and dirty talk. I tried to act uninterested, but they were so loud that every word reached my ears.

“I’m fucking with you, man. Shit, you should have seen the look on your face. It was epic.” “Epic was that prank we pulled on Dave when we told him about the water main on the office park project last year. This was lame.” Craig’s eyes crinkled with the memory of the water main prank. “That was a good one, but honestly man, I just had to do something to loosen you up.” “And you thought telling me I fucked up the design was it?” I raised an eyebrow. “Clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

"Okay, no. Don't lie to me. You look.like you're going to burst out into a Disney song and begin hugging strangers. What happened? Did you win the lottery?" I couldn't help myself. I squealed. A high-pitched, body-wide squeal that had So jump backward and several customers blink in alarm. "You did win the lottery," she said. I shook my head quickly. "No, nothing like that. I just.I can't even explain it. Not really. You wouldn't understand." So scowled, pretending to be offended. "Try me. Maybe I'd surprise you."

"How can you put poo in a gun?" Trick and I look at each other, both trying to contain our laughter. Apparently we both forget when little ears are around. "It's a phrase you'll learn about when you get older," Trick tells her, tapping her nose as he walks by. "Besides, young ladies shouldn't say four-letter words like that." "What four-letter words should we say?" She questions.