Slapstick Novels & Stories

Fred was already filled with suppressed anger, he erupted the moment he heard those words. Smack! With a full swing of his arm, Fred delivered a powerful slap across Jasper's face. The crisp sound echoed loudly as Jasper was sent flying. The precious gift box slipped from his grasp and spun through the air, while Jasper himself tumbled violently, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily into a wall with a loud 'thud'. As he hit the ground, a cloud of yellow dust billowed into the air. The wall bore a spider web-like network of cracks, a testament to the sheer force behind Fred's slap.

1 He helps himself up in a matter of seconds giggling to himself and whispers, " Haha clumsy me. " His smiling moment was short lived when he saw I was in the room. His eyes glanced towards my crackers and walked towards me. He stands in front of me and quickly, before I could register what was happening in my brain, slapped the 3 crackers I had left out of my hands and onto the floor. My deliciousness...14 I frowned and asked, " Hey, why did you do that? "

"Ms. Sampson's villa isn't home for the homeless. They're your parents, aren't they, Felix? Figures. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Ugh, I can still smell the mud on them." Rage flared within my heart, but I held it back and quickly wiped the water off my in-laws. Diane had a short fuse. She would not stand for this insult, so she snapped, "And who are you supposed to be, you uneducated swine? How dare you call Felix a homeless man!" Zack did not hold back. Instead, he pressed on the attack. He picked up a ceramic ornament and hurled it at Diane. I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me.

"What else would it be?" That simple answer landed like a punch. She swayed. Then stumbled forward a step. It looked like she wanted to grab his sleeve and demand an explanation. Or maybe slap him. In the end, she did neither. She just stood there and laughed. A broken, miserable sound. "You've been waiting for this day the whole time. Back at that nightclub, when she slapped you... that's when you started noticing her, wasn't it?" My fingers tightened. I expected Matt to deny it.

The slap had been a release, a manifestation of the frustration and hurt that had been building within me since the moment she reentered my life. The sharp sound of the slap echoed in the room, a jarring punctuation that seemed to resonate beyond the confines of the space. As the sting of my actions began to fade, I was acutely aware of the gathering crowd that had been drawn by the commotion. Their murmurs and whispers created an atmosphere charged with tension, a stage upon which this confrontation was playing out.

And then, from beneath the ring of stones, a sound rose like a laugh that didn’t understand joy. Mirra’s stomach dropped. Because it wasn’t laughing in defeat. It was laughing like it had finally been seen. And that meant it had something to say.

As Sylvia Luke turned to flee, the woman shoved her hard, knocking her off balance. Before Sylvia Luke could recover, a sharp slap landed on her face, sending her reeling. The crowd erupted in laughter, and she felt the sting of humiliation wash over her, each chuckle piercing her like a dagger. Memories flooded back, transporting her to high school, a time when she had faced relentless bullying and ridicule. Although she had endured many things since then, she had never been physically struck like this. The laughter echoed around her like a chorus from her past, reminding her of the days when she had felt so powerless.

Emboldened by her words, Conal stepped closer to Alma, his breath reeking of cigarettes as he exhaled cruelly into her face: "You’re too kind! A girl like her will never amount to anything, not with a failed, useless old man for a father, rotting away in poverty. Like father, like daughter—your whole family is nothing but trash!" SLAP! A sharp, resounding crack echoed through the hallway, drowning out the hum of machinery and the murmurs of the crowd. Alma’s hand trembled in the air, her emerald eyes burning with a vengeful fire. With the last remnants of strength in her exhausted body, she had swung her hand directly into the face of the man she had once deeply loved. That slap wasn't just

Whump! Whump! "Please, please ugg stop that," she moaned her eyes as wide as saucers. Junior paused for a moment panting from the effort. "You're ass is like a fucking overstuffed pillow! You can take it!" He began again Whump! Whump! Isabelle thought she would puke, each slap making her body spring forward her arms almost breaking, her ankles twisting inwards. "Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

she begged, her voice strained. I tried to smile back, though the sight of her suffering made my stomach turn. "Short cumming?" I blurted. It had been so long since I’d laughed that the joke felt clumsy, like a foreign language. She chuckled anyway, the sound wet and jagged, and slapped my arm. "Inadequick."