Slapstick Humor Examples Novels & Stories

Ask for forgiveness. “Ah…” I braced my arms on the pulpit, pushing it forward a little. “If I start crying, someone just walk up and give me a hard slap,” I said earning a few laughs yet again. Ludo couldn’t do jokes today, seeing as he’s the family jokester. It was up to me uphold that. “But then you’d have to be quick because I’ll slap you back if it hurts,” more laughter.

" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the face without hesitation. No one had anticipated me lashing out so suddenly. The entire room froze in stunned silence. "Magnolia, are you insane?" someone shouted. "The Saccone family took care of you for so many years, and now you dare to hit your own father?" At that moment, a cold, aged voice rang out from the doorway. "If he can mistake his own biological daughter for someone else, I'd say she didn't hit him hard enough!"

he chuckled to himself like he had just found a magnificent discovery. Too bad. It's going to take more than a whip to break me. "Who knew an old bastard could be such a dog that eats its own vomit?" I laughed drily. His eyes glared at me as his nose flared. I struck a nerve. Nice. I was rewarded with a slap on the same cheek from before. In return, I spat blood on his ugly shoes. "Perfect design!" I laughed, loving how his face contorted in displeasure and disgust.

He stayed still, observing me for a moment, and then suddenly he clutched his stomach and began laughing. This time, his laughter had a cruel edge to it. "Punish you?" he chuckled, followed by a cough. "How bizarre can one person get?" His mocking laughter and insensitive words infuriated me, and I couldn't control my reaction. Without thinking, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face.

She laughed, high and brittle, like someone who had broken too many times to sound sane. The sound of it…the manic little bark…made something cold and clean click into place inside me. I laughed too before I meant to, a short, cruel sound that bounced off the walls. I rubbed the stinging welt on my cheek where she had just hit me; her slap still smoked. “You want me to look like you?” I said, letting the mockery drip. “Have you always been stupid, or are you still studying for the role?” She slapped me again. The second hit was harder, angrier, and the room blurred for a heartbeat with the sting. My ears hummed. For a second the world narrowed to the circle of her ruined smile and the sharp,

I was giggling like a loon. “A corpse went to a rheumatologist, and said he was feeling rather stiff-” “That's hilarious!” I laughed. “That's not the joke-” “I love this cheese. Mmm. Cheese and crackers,” I sang, munching on the hors d'oeuvres. “Ooo! And there's brie! And crab dip-” “Do you want to hear the joke or not!” he boomed. “Eh, not really. No.”

“Yeah. Feel like I was the bucking bronco in a rodeo, don’t know why. Room service?” “Room service. And you know, you’re not nearly as funny as you think you are.” I stroked her hair, then let my hand glide all the way down her shoulder to her hip. “Wrong. I’m hilarious. You’re just hungry and not thinking clearly.” That earned me another playful slap. “Order the food before I gethangryand resort to real violence.” “Yes, madam,” I said, slapping her ass just as playfully. “Right away, madam.”

Luke burst into a very annoying laugh, his deep voice resounding through the garden The laughter started in a low tone and slowly, but then it became locomotive, sounding loudly and faster than the initial beginning, sounding like a hyena. "Oh! You're funny" Luke said as he finally put the hanging fork in his mouth and still muttering laughter with food in his mouth. There was scorn written on Richard's face. His face became tighter and fiercer, clenching both his jaws and his hands which held the table knife, he felt a bit insulted with Luke's laughter. "Do I look like I'm joking to you?", Richard's deep voice spoke in the midst of the laughter surrounding Luke Richard's deep voice struck L

Could they have heard what they said? Cain suddenly burst out in an awkward laughter and punched my arm playfully, “Oh dear!” he clutched his stomach, “you are so silly, Malric! And I love your sense of humor. Good goddess! Oh, don’t worry folks, he loves to joke around a lot. Please carry on with your business, it was only a joke.”

It was still there, but lighter. “Yeah, pushy, that’s her,” he agreed. “My type? Girls who laugh at my jokes. Even the bad ones. And don’t mind if I suck at dancing.” “Your jokes? All bad, man,” I teased. I stretched my leg out and shoved his swing with my foot. It twisted to the side and he yelped. “Hey! Not all,” he shouted, trying to shove me back with his own foot. “Remember that one about Jax and the pizza? Gold.”