Short Amusing Stories Novels & Stories

Sure enough, Adrian closed his mouth. "Darling, then I will tell you a joke. There was a toothpick that was walking along the road. Just then, it saw a hedgehog running past the middle of the road, and then it shouted something at the hedgehog. Guess what it shouted? Yes, it is called the hedgehog 'bus'!! Haha, it's funny, isn't it?" RK felt that listening to Adrian's jokes would make him want to sleep even more than listening to him recite poems. This guy couldn't even tell a good joke. What was the meaning of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

He asked, signaling the bartender. We found a small table near the bar, and soon enough, we were deep in conversation, the minutes flying by effortlessly. Liam had this way of making me feel at ease, like I could let my guard down without worrying about judgment. He told me funny stories about his early days at the company, including an embarrassing incident with a photocopier that left me clutching my stomach with laughter. “You’re kidding,” I said between laughs, wiping a tear from the corner of my eye. “I wish I were,” he said, grinning. “But no, I really did trip over the cord and send about a hundred copies of my butt flying through the office. Needless to say, I double-check all cords

"Did you know the cockroach is the most handsome creature in the world?" "Why?" - Shin. "Because, just when the cockroach walks, someone is already screaming and, when it lands on you, they still thrilled it with a jump-Aahh!" I shouted, then stood up. "Hahaha... you're right, your joke about the cockroach is funny-hahaha ..." Supposing that Shin threw a cockroach at me, I was surprised and stood up. "Shut up!" I said, in irritation. "Okay! Okay! I will stop, but that joke of yours isn't good. Aren't there any more funny jokes?"

At the sight of them, I felt myself suck in a sharp breath and sway forward. "Ahem—! I know you guys have been married for less than 2 weeks but please remember that you both are still in company and this is still Pakistan—!" I heard some lady help me break out of my trance but it wasn't enough to help me get a grip on my senses. Without waiting to hear the end of their castigation, Hoor slipped out of my loosened hold with an excuse me, leaving me to stare after her momentarily, until I managed to get away too.

I smiled, intrigued by her enthusiasm, and leaned back in my chair, silently encouraging her to continue. Sophia launched into a series of stories, each one more silly and entertaining than the last. She told me about the time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over her shirt and had to walk out of the shop with a giant stain on her chest. She told me about the time she had tried to order a complicated coffee drink and had ended up with a concoction that was completely undrinkable. And she told me about the time she had met a friend at the coffee shop and had ended up getting into a heated argument with him over something ridiculous. As she talked, I found myself becoming more and more

he crouched beside the couch and lifted her feet, grabbing a pair of scissors from the side table, he cut through the thick mummy bandages that her feet were held in, cursing Fred "Haven't you heard the story about the old man who was woken up from his deep sleep by his neighbour’s son, he was so angry that he cursed the poor kid to become a frog,” Samaira looked at him with a deadpan face as he stood up and discarded the bandages in the bin, then sanitised his hands and looked at her, had it been Shain or someone else who would’ve told her this so called ‘famous’ story which she had never heard before, she would have laughed, however, it was Siddharth Kapoor the ever royal, ever elusive and

"In the meantime, we can still have some fun. How about a couple of stories? Well, we have plenty of funny and interesting stories from our time here." I gave them an appreciative smile and looked up at them. "How about you guys tell me a story? That might keep my mind off stuff." Aurelia smiled and began recounting an incident from the past. "Well, there was this one time that one of the visiting pack leaders got his foot stuck in a bucket. He was trying to act all serious and dignified, but he was hopping around like a rabbit. It was so hard not to laugh!" I chuckled, my mind conjuring up the scene. "That does sound funny."

he joked. I made us a simple breakfast, eggs, toast, fruit, and the strong coffee he liked. We ate at the island, talking about nothing heavy. He told me a funny story about one of his executives sending an email with the wrong attachment, a cat meme instead of the quarterly report. I told him about the latest drama in my study group someone accidentally calling the professor “daddy” in class. He grinned. “Sounds like a good time.” “It was mortifying for her,” I laughed. “But kind of hilarious.”

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!

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”