Uncontrollable Laughter Novels & Stories

It took me some time to realise it was laughter that bubbled its way to the top. Jayden had risked his life for what amounted to nothing. The longer I dwelled on the reality, the worse the tickle grew until it became impossible to hold it in. The effort I’d exerted was undone by the involuntary spasming of my diaphragm as it forced the suppressed air out. One chuckle begot another and those wasted no time in transforming into uncontrollable fits of giggling at the absurdity that had become my life.

I could only see her enjoying all that; Lina laughed as she wrapped her arms at the level of her belly holding herself after feeling the cramps that take possession of our bodies after a halo of uncontrollable laughter appear. "You're a fool," I replied while I was still sitting there, but she didn't stop, she laughed like crazy even giving the impression that she seemed to be possessed by a strange force. "One of these days you will scare me to death, Lina," I replied with some obvious disgust. " "Excuse me, it's always fun to scare you," she murmured. Lina laughed, laughed hard in an uncontrollable and contagious way because yes, although I want to deny it,

to her. Her laughter replayed in my head, it was uninvited. Loud, bright, unrestrained, the kind of laugh that turned heads. For a moment, I’d wanted to hear it again. In that moment, I hadn’t minded being one that heads that turned to look at. It was contagious. That was the problem. I don’t laugh. I don’t linger. I don’t enjoy.

he smirked when he murmured the word ‘butterfly’. “Ignorant, how?” I pointed it out. “You ignore much of the realities.” He shrugged once again. Honestly, I did not mind what he said because I knew I was not ignorant! “How euphoric?” “You laugh on senseless things.” I was feeling like laughing once again but I gulped back my laughing bubbles, which were dying to pop out. “You’re controlling yourself. Don’t do it, just laugh.” My cheeks burned as heat crawled up to my cheek. Fuck! I could not even hide anything carefully.

Just laughter. A memory. Hers. Unprogrammed. Uncontrolled. Finally, hers.

The only difference was he wasn’t being crowded around by every single nosy person in the firehouse. As June and I walked more toward him getting closer to him I assumed that she would continue walking while waving and saying goodbye on her way out like a normal person but I was wrong and clearly forgot who I was talking about, June wasn’t your average nosy person, she wasn’t normal which is great and all but just like everything else her in-normally had it’s cons as well. Which is why I should’ve expected it especially coming from june. I wasn’t sure if he had seen us coming before but when he did he smiled so big it was like he was a kid at a candy store for the very first time. I smiled b

And again—tickling me until my ribs felt like glass. Despite my heavy mood, despite the pit inside my chest, I burst into uncontrollable laughter. Uncle Jace always knew how to make me laugh, even when I didn’t want to. His tickling was wild, relentless, like he needed my laughter for something—like it actually fed him.

I couldn’t help myself. I suddenly burst out laughing. It wasn’t a polite chuckle or a suppressed giggle. It was a full-blown, gut-wrenching laugh that echoed in the room. My stomach ached, and I had to lean back in my chair to steady myself. The absurdity of it all hit me like a tidal wave, and I couldn’t contain it. When I finally looked up, wiping tears from my eyes, I saw Tina Flager’s face. She was staring at me, astonished and horrified, her lips parted in disbelief. Her expression only made it harder to stop, but I managed to rein myself in.

I can't believe you are So stupid kabir she said having a uncontrollable laugh. Erica! You made fool of me, . . don't you. . . he said as he ran after her around the kitchen counter ...she was running and laughing , seeing his crushed egg face. . . . . Erica now you have to clean it. . . he said catching her from behind. . . he picked her up and made her sit on the counter and placed himself between her legs. . . clean -it. . . he said as he pointed. . . Erica took a cotton pad and while laughing she started wiping it slowly , she was trying to control the laughter but it wasn't happening

We had been talking about everything and nothing in the way of people who have run out of the need to perform for each other and arrived at the much rarer country of simply being. I had said something that made him laugh. I couldn't remember what it was, the specific words were gone, dissolved by time, but the laugh was intact. Full and unguarded and startled out of him, the way his real laughter always was, nothing like the brief, controlled acknowledgment he gave to things he found mildly amusing. This was the real one. The one that made his whole face change.