Uncontrollable Laughter Novels & Stories

"Don't you ever say that. Don't even joke about it. We're nothing like her, Heather. Nothing." We both laughed then… a loud, slightly unhinged sound that filled the empty spaces of my office and probably echoed down the hallway outside. It was the kind of laughter that only comes from people who have survived the absolute worst together and have nothing left to do but find the horror funny. The kind that borders on hysteria, that releases years of pent-up frustration in a single, cathartic moment. The kind that makes your ribs ache and your eyes water, not entirely from amusement.

And the laugh was wrong. Not performed — not the social laugh, not the warm hostess version she deployed at dinner tables and pack gatherings. This was something that came from underneath all of that. Uncontrolled. Building on itself. The laugh of a woman who found something genuinely, privately funny in a way that had no good explanation. A maniac's laugh. The hair on my arms stood up. I held my ground. Let it run its course. Watched her with the specific stillness of someone cataloguing everything — the way her shoulders shook, the way her eyes stayed completely cold while her mouth laughed, the disconnect between the two that was the most honest thing I'd seen from her since I'd arrived i

A loud laugh exploded in the air, pulling my eyes to Uncle who I did not know his name by the way. His head was thrown back, laughing so hard. “ They left you!” He shot out, laughing harder and I could not help but laugh myself. I laughed so hard it hurt. Imagine. “ He must really hate you.” I said, trying to get a hold of myself but failing with tears streaming down. I could not help myself yet each laugh made me more insane, slipping more and more into insanity. My eyes were burning, so hot I thought they were bleeding. I stopped laughing, not the time for pleasantries, he had to set an appointment for that.

I laughed hysterically, and they were shocked, tears rolled down my cheeks as I intensified the laughter, I couldn't cry even if I wanted to do, I laughed in pain. Kelvin seemed to be irritated by my suddenly eruption of laughter, and he took it upon himself to land a blow on my face, a sharp pain stung me, but it didn't stop me from laughing, he got frustrated and punched me continuously. It was evident that he was angry because I wasn't giving in and showing him the reaction he had wanted, and I would do anything to wipe off the useless smug off his face.

"Don't. Laugh." But another jolt hit—harder this time. My breath came out rough, and before I could stop myself, a groan escaped. Low. Unfiltered. That was it for her. Luciana completely lost it, doubling over as tears of laughter streamed down her face. I should've been furious, but instead I found myself—God help me—fighting the corner of my mouth from twitching. Her laugh was so loud, so unrestrained, it was impossible not to catch it.

“Just a little bit?” “Are you sure?” Without warning, I throw myself at her, laying her down on the bed and running her with my body so I can stimulate her without giving her a chance to escape. Paying attention to your uncontrollable laugh after all the poop that happened today is akin to listening to the most excellent tune at any time. Also, I am boundlessly glad that I am the person who can make her leave trouble in any case, for some time, I am glad that I have the ability and distinction to be the person who makes her laugh when I realize that all she needs is rest. to cry until he nods his head.

' She desperately cried in her mind. While Amanda was having these random thoughts, convincing no one but herself, she saw that the big boy in his late teens covered his lower face as if he was restraining himself from laughing out loud. However, not even three seconds passed and the guy burst into mad laughter. "Hahahahaha. My cloneless fellow! Oh my goodness!!! Wow!!! I can't stop laughing! Hahahahaha."

How could I have allowed my emotions to dictate my behavior in such a reckless manner? A genuine laugh escaped his lips, resonating through the air like a sweet, lighthearted melody. It was a sound that carried a sense of understanding and acceptance. "I understand, but let's be honest, it was quite the spectacle. You should have witnessed the sheer disbelief on my mother's face when she burst into my room!" he chuckled, his eyes alight with amusement. "It's liberating to witness her realization that she can't always wield control over everything."

"I can't really remember but I think the first time we met, I'd spilt something all over her and that's how she -" I suddenly lost all control and burst into laughter, throwing my head back and placing my hand on my stomach. Daniel looked at me weirdly, and soon started laughing because, apparently, my laugh was contagious. "Why are you laughing?" Daniel chuckled, still staring at me like I just grew horns out of my head. "Sorry...I just - " I suddenly snorted, covering my mouth instantly. That was a very unladylike sound, and it came from me! Daniel looked at me for a while and then we both burst into laughter again, louder than ever before. When the laughing galore finally died down, I st

He looks away as he says, “I’m sorry, I had no idea” And something in me cracks, not the bad kind. The pressure has been building for days, weeks, years, and this is such a ridiculous coincidence that it slips through my fingers before I can stop it. I fight the laugh bubbling up. This whole scenario is ridiculous, and it’s not funny, but for some reason it really fucking is. I can’t hold it in, and I laugh. Full on, cathartic laughter. It feels good to let out some sort of emotion for once.