The Fun Habit Novels & Stories

But Steven leaned back casually on the couch, scrolling through his phone, completely unbothered. "You think crocodile tears are going to guilt-trip me?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "Kids from orphanages are always the sly ones. That's what Thomas said, too. You're not like someone raised in this family." The disdain in his voice was like a knife. He continued with a smirk, "Lillian's so much more considerate. Always was."

Mi-cha stopped and turned with a choked face, and then, Hyun-ki said "Ohh, finally you got what I was saying Ha-Ha funny right Ha-Ha, let me ask you one thing tell Hyun-ae to come back to school, Mun-hee wants to talk with her, this time he is not asking for a favor but something else OHH and tell her I am the one who is asking her to come back my name is Hyun-ki, it's nice knowing you, by the way, it's really fun to know people like you Mi-cha your friend will come to school without hesitation ha-ha, I knew this year will be fun I hoped to see the outcome of this mess that Mun-hee did, but it's just too noisy around there, Right!!, well it's thanks to you Ha-Ha"

This is fun… ----

"The crowd liked it." "The crowd laughed. That's not the same as taking the event seriously." "Events like this don't need to be serious, Bennett. They need to be memorable." He tilted his head slightly. "When's the last time you let something be fun without turning it into a performance review?" The question sat in the air between them and Ava did not answer it, partly because she didn't want to give him the satisfaction and partly because, somewhere in the back of her mind, in the same place she had filed away the observation about his soap, a quieter and more honest part of her was turning the question over and realizing she wasn't entirely sure.

*** The following is a dream Habbab had during the surgery to remove the bullet from his body: Second grade I stand watching the girls play hopscotch wondering what they find so funny about it. They giggle as they jump across the chalk lines and repeat it over and over again. I only care because every time Melek makes the sound it gives me a funny feeling in my stomach. At first I wasn't sure if I liked it, but after hearing her laugh a few more times, I decide it's not so bad. She looks at me and smiles before it's her turn again.

“Uh, well, I just wanted to stay in my car and wait out History.” “God, and people call you fun!” She rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly. My ego was hurt by her statement. I was fun! The funnest person in the whole school. I once threw a party that lasted the entire weekend – roof dives, bouncy house, wine, champagne, beer, spirits, food unending and really, really pretty ladies from Club 22. For the entire week after that, everyone who attended the party was still recovering from their hangover. That’s a clear sign of a fun well had right there regardless of what my parents thought when they came back from their couples’ retreat the day after the final bash! “I wanted to go to Funvill

“What do you do for fun then?” He thought about it some more. “I mostly train or get info I need, I don’t really do stuff for fun anymore,” he admitted. “That is not the healthiest of habit,” I noted. “Probably not,” he admitted. “What do you do for fun?” “I … do not do many things for fun either,” I conceded. “I guess we’re not the best at having healthy hobbies.”

“Oh, hiya, boss man! Welcome to Fun Friday! Isn’t it fabulous?” His eyes scanned the mess—someone was already painting “YOLO” on the side of the office wall. A man was tangled in the inflatable slide. An intern had tears in her eyes. “Fun Friday?” he echoed, as if tasting something bitter. “Yes! You know—morale, bonding, breaking down hierarchies through the power of interpretive dance and glitter.” Sebastian closed his eyes. “Brown, how many rules of protocol have you violated in the last hour?” “Would it help if I said less than ten?”

this is going to get fun. ~~~

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my