Scream Laughing Novels & Stories

Screwing my expression to maintain a serious front, I tried to be serious but it failed when Ignacio's eyebrow twitched. Like a broken dam, tears spilt from their ducts in rivers while the laughter continues. The action of slamming the documents and walking out of the room only fueled it. However, it wasn't until I saw his exasperated eye roll that sealed the deal. Curling up on the ground in a drunken state of hilarity, I continued wallowing in the endless pit of insanity.

♠︎Emily♠︎ . . The shocked faces of the people on the sidewalks we sped past made me laugh harder. A snorting-squealing-giggling maniacal kind of laugh. "Today's the best day of my fudgemuffin life!" I screamed as the winds pulled the flesh on my face taut. "F*ck yeah!" Luna screamed gleefully, tightening her hands around the steering wheel. Breaking the no cursing rule. My hand immediately strained towards the backseats of the car, where our bags were.

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

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

Yeah, he has issues. A clean freak that isn’t clean at all. "I’m sorry if I kept you waiting. Should we start?" Gosh, I hated how he said it so cool. As if he’s the start of this event. "No, no, Stefan dear. You came at the right time." I could see how Leina’s eyes changed. It is sparkling. The whole room became quiet after she said that. I bit my lip to refrain from laughing, but my laughter betrayed me, and it slipped out. All eyes are on me, and I don’t give a damn.

He mumbled a bit low but enough for me to hear him say that. "Look! I don't know you and so as you, but you had all the nerve to say that word to me." He look at me and laughed at my words as if I am telling a joke. "Don't laughed at me." I added with my sarcastic tone to exaggerate my voice. He laughed for the second time around and hit me slightly on my right arm. "Relax dude, you're taking it too serious. Don't you think it is also a good idea that I am the one volunteering to make the move after that embarrassing moment that you did."

His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy. “I’ll make her apologize.” I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will. Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye. Around us, people moved quickly—around her instead. “It’s okay, don’t cry.” “We all know you didn’t mean anything by it.” “She’s clearly overreacting.” “Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?” Someone let out an awkward laugh. “She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.”

A huge smile made its way onto my face, and I laughed seeing Scar kicking Willy in the shin. Get kidnapped with my bestie, off the list. ~Present~ "Are you guys on f-fucking crack? Sh-ut the hell u-up!", Matt shouted nervously from the driver seat, making us laugh even more at his stutter. I wheeze hard, slapping the seat with my hands. Gosh, I couldn't stop laughing. A tear rolled down my eyes, and I coughed like an old lady suffering for her last dose of marijuana, making Scar burst in a fit of laughter again.

Then, she did something I wasn’t expecting. She laughed. Like a real laugh, tears were coming out of her eyes as she laughed. She held onto her stomach which began causing her pain and she continued to laugh. Her laugh made me laugh. I didn’t find my statement funny because I was being serious, but her laughter was contagious. “What’s the joke?” Scott calls over as he runs towards us. He’s shirtless and he had sweat pouring down his chest. Caroline instantly flushed when she saw him, but she continued to laugh.

His face twists in surprise. I laugh loudly, unapologetically. The sound echoing off the walls of the room. It's the type of laugh where your stomach muscles hurt, your eyes water and you don't even know if you're crying or laughing anymore. "Excuse me..." I wipe the corners of my eyes, drying off the tears of laughter. "I thought I heard you say..." Another burst of laughter breaks free. Unrestrained. I slap my knee through the fabric of my dress as I laugh harder.