Short Funny Stories Novels & Stories

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

"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."

The drumbeat grew quieter. One by one, they stood. Some were angry, some broken, some weeping openly. Each story stitched together a tapestry of loss, betrayal, and unimaginable resilience. And then, somehow, laughter crept in. A young boy—barely ten—told of stealing a rogue elder’s boots and hiding them in a tree for three days. Another shared a drunken misadventure that left him howling at a bear, convinced it was his long-lost cousin. Laughter cracked the night open like thunder, and for a moment, it was easy to forget the weight they carried.

Thank goodness my apartment is the one on the bottom. "No, that's not it. I just don't want Jon or my parents to show up and stop me from doing what I want. Like shoving you onto the couch and having my way with you." If you've never broken an FBI agent, you should try it sometime. It's hilarious to see how many times I can make him freeze. I just made a joke in my head. He tells people to freeze, but I keep making him freeze. Shut up, everyone. No one heard that bad joke but me.

“Do you like jokes?” “I do,” I said. He told me one about a duck in a library that made no sense and made perfect sense because he laughed so hard at the end that he forgot the last word and had to start again. Emma rolled her eyes and said she had a better one, and then her punchline was the same as Eli’s by accident and they both laughed until Stella smiled, and I had to look down for a second because the feeling in my chest was too much. When the laughter faded, Emma picked at a crumb and looked up. “Where do you live?”

"No problem. I can go for a month without eating or changing or doing anything other than killing zombies and helping the team." He patted his chest. "I won't hold anyone back." Well, he planned to only hold Vesper back and not "anyone" anyway. Uea kept his rich thoughts hidden. Vesper was quiet. He continued staring at Uea for a while longer before he turned around to leave. "You'll stink." "And I'll stink you to death." Uea's reply came faster than he planned. Vesper stopped. Uea's heart stopped. His lips moved, revealing a very large grin. "Ah. I was only joking with Vesper. Was that funny? Hahaha. I know. Everyone says I'm funny."

"Cardboard and suffering?" "Exactly." Jonathan’s eyes lit up, happy to see even a tiny smile. "And if that doesn’t work, I’ve got jokes. Why did the painter go to jail?" Lucy shook her head, still wiping tears. "Because he was framed!" A surprised giggle escaped her. "Oh no… that’s actually terrible." "I’ve got more," he warned with a playful grin. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "…What?" "An impasta!"

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

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?”

“Emma, come here.” “But, I need to….” She tried to pull away from me. I knew she wanted to set her books down, and I knew she hated that I was touching her, but I needed my friends fixed, both of them, and there was only one person who could do that. He was telling a story as we approached, and I didn’t want to interrupt, but I also couldn’t wait too long either. “And then, wouldn’t you know it, but that bear totally left my lunchbox alone and ate every last crumb of my brother’s sandwich!” The kids standing around Mr. Horton’s desk laughed as if that was the funniest thing they’d ever heard in their lives. “And that’s why you don’t always have to be fast—you just have to be faster than the