Randomness Funny Novels & Stories

He burst out laughing, his bronze eyes sparkling with mirth, and I couldn't help but follow suit. Despite my best efforts to maintain a serious demeanor, I found myself howling with laughter alongside my brother. "Damnit Ramses, I'm serious!" I protested, but it was no use. Even when the situation wasn't inherently funny, Ramses had a way of making me laugh, of finding the humor in even the most mundane moments. It was a gift, really, and one that I cherished deeply.

She started loosing her mind and was randomly laughing so loud. Everyone started laughing as well, like they were seeing a clown in a circus. And before I knew it, she passed out on the ground. I just stood there confused and tried to wake Nikita up. Her passing out, didn't stop the people from laughing but instead it made them laugh even more. Sam tapped me from behind. I turned around to find myself in close proximity to his perfect face. In the spur of the moment, I controlled my weird self and focused on the current issue. He asked me what happened and I replied almost immediately.

I look down at my cappuccino, unable to take a drink. He grins with another low rumbling chuckle. “You’re a psychology student, right?” He asks and I nod as a reply. The guy seems to know everything about me. “Well isn’t it true if you were in effect suffering from some kind of schizophrenic break from reality then shouldn’t this all be something normal for you? A schizophrenic can’t distinguish hallucinations from reality but you seem able to recognize the abnormality of what's happening to you. So essentially that you think you’re insane proves that you are indeed not insane.”

"I f*cking made a mistake when I called it boring." Art laughed at her and she sulked. "Oh, yes. This is definitely not boring." ____

* She doesn't even know the difference between Naruto and Sasuke. *My Bad, I forgot to tell you I am not Jessica your friend, it's a Wrong Number* the texter said and I froze, did I just confessed my deepest secret to a total stranger. This the greatest joke of the century, thinking about it made me crack up the laugh I never knew I still had. *Come on Jess, be serious* I texted waiting for her reaction *I'm serious I am not your friend* she replied making me take a more serious feature.

Lyra sipped hers. Big mistake. Her face contorted like she’d just licked a lemon made of lava. “Why would anyone willingly drink that?” she gasped. “Because,” I said, grinning, “it makes everything seem funnier. Watch.” At that exact moment, a man tripped over a bar stool and fell face-first into someone’s nachos. Lyra giggled. The sound was music. “You’re insane,” she whispered. “Comes with the territory.” ---

said Dudley, “I don’t know if I approve. Seems like gambling.” Some people consider gambling a harmless bit of fun. Others think of it as a vice that can only lead to misery. Personally, I would never lay a bet on anything that came down to random chance because the only luck I believe in is bad luck. If other people want to throw away their money, that’s up to them. “Maybe Ah’ll buy a ticket,” said Flossie. “You never know.”

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

She let the words hang for a moment before bursting into laughter, the sound rich and carefree, the tension of their secret world lifted briefly by humor. The room filled with laughter, the kind that was reckless, freeing, and almost dangerous in its volume. Even Amara felt it tug at the corners of her lips, a fleeting smile that threatened to break her carefully maintained composure. The absurdity of the moment—a group of women teasing about love, secrecy, and potential death—was both hilarious and grounding.