Stuff That Makes Me Laugh Novels & Stories

“I just came to make sure you’re okay” This time, I can’t help the laughter that bursts out of me. Is this some kind of joke?

I gently touched my cheek. “I can’t believe people get scared of a pretty cute face like mine,” I whispered to myself, momentarily forgetting the previous night's drama, forgetting how I had physically shoved a terrified mistress back into my husband’s arms. “The only thing that brings me joy is me.” Knock. Knock. Knock. Three sharp, demanding raps shattered the quiet of the morning. My little smile faded instantly, wiped away by the tension tightening my shoulders.

I pondered for a moment, then typed, "The one where we're laughing at that silly joke you made. Your smile is my favorite." Her reply was swift, "I remember that! You have the best laugh." I chuckled at her words, "Well, you have the best jokes. It's a perfect match." The conversation flowed effortlessly, a dance of words that mirrored the rhythm of our connection. As we continued chatting, the miles between us seemed to vanish. She shared anecdotes from her day, and I found solace in the sound of her virtual laughter. I couldn't help but tease her, "You know, our photos don't do justice to your laughter. I miss hearing it in person."

“I hate everything.” And that? That’s when I lose it. I don’t even mean to. But something about the combination of events—the bad service, the ruined dress, the cold food—just breaks me. I start laughing. Like, full-body, uncontrollable laughter. Bill stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “You okay over there?” I wipe a tear from my eye, gasping. “It’s just… this is so bad, it’s actually hilarious.” Bill watches me for a second, then his lips twitch. “You’re really laughing right now?”

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

I found his company greatly amusing and even though we spoke for a long time, I didn’t notice how much time we have spent. He said something that I found funny, I started laughing opening my entire mouth widely forgetting all about palace etiquettes and then, I quickly remembered and covered my mouth and laughed quietly, trying to make as little sound as possible. He gave me a weird look ‘I love hearing you laugh?’ I was shocked ‘You do?’ He nodded ‘Yeah’ I blushed ‘I thought I would embarrass you with my uncultured laughter. I have been told that my laugh is annoying’ ‘Whoever told you that must be sick in the brain. You should laugh often, it’s sexy’

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

"I'm Daniel by the way. Daniel smith." -OLIVIA- The laughter explodes and holleres in the room, that the people passing by had to stop and stare at us in complete perplexity. It's cool and very hilarious to laugh, as scientists have discovered it helps increase our lifespan, making us look more younger. But when they're laughing at you... Now that's messed up!

Maddie said with plea heavy in her voice. I didn’t even know when I burst out laughing. It was probably from the look on Jared’s face but whatever it was, I was laughing and they were looking at me. I missed interactions like this and seeing someone that was not part of our friend group talk about Jared that way made things amusing. “I’m sorry,” I said, stopping my laughter. “Everything about Jared is stupid and funny.” “Come on now!” I laughed again and Maddie followed suit. Jared got annoyed and sat up then dropped some cash on the table.

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.