You Forgot The Funny Novels & Stories

"My parents died on the spot. I was the only one left. You were the one who kept encouraging me. Every day, you'd wheel me all over the hospital, saying you'd be my best friend forever. "Then my aunt came and took me abroad once everything was settled. Before I left, I gave you my contact info. I waited for you to reach out. But years passed, and you never did. I get it now. You forgot about me, you heartless little girl." He poked my cheek accusingly. I just stared at him, blankly. "What contact info? I never got anything like that." I paused, thinking maybe I'd just forgotten where I put it.

"That's so scary." "I hate that everyone's funny." "Sure you do" Olivia leaned against my desk. "You still coming Friday?" "What Friday?" "You forgot." Her mouth dropped open in pretend shock. "I didn't forget." "You forgot." "Olivia." "My birthday dinner." "Right." "You forgot." "I remembered eventually." "You need help." "I'm sorry." "You're weird lately." My fingers paused lightly over my keyboard. "You've said that twice this week," I said. "Because it's true."

“Cry about him and I’ll-” “You said something about an accident,” I ruined his warning, my chest growing heavy. “That I… That I almost died.” “That’s it!” He became weirdly excited. “Did your memory return?” Like a clown showing off how well he could imitate a frog, he hopped closer. “You finally remember, don’t you?” “You…” My breaths became forceful, each one turning me into a shuddering mess. “I…” It was now certain that I didn’t have a dream. That was a memory… One I shouldn’t have forgotten.

When the new intern, Felix Madden, hears that I'm going back to my hometown for the Thanksgiving weekend and won't be home in my fully paid-off luxury lakeview apartment, he goes out of his way to cozy up to me. "Come on, Carl. Your place is going to be empty anyway. Why not let my parents stay there for a few days during the holiday? It'll save them the cost of paying for a hotel," Felix says. Worried that my belongings might be tampered with, I politely turn him down. His expression darkens slightly, and he mutters under his breath, "Fine. If you won't lend it to me, I'll find my own way." I don't think much of it at the time. Then, on the first day of the holiday, the property manage

"You didn't forget." "Of course not," he smiled. Across the room, Soren watched quietly. He said nothing, as he always did. But something had begun to change. It became clearer after a brief conversation with Bruno one day. "Funny," Bruno said casually. Soren glanced at him. "What is?" "I don't remember your father bringing home gifts when you were younger." Soren frowned slightly. "He was busy." "I'm sure he was," Bruno replied, his tone light. "Maybe he's just trying to make up for what Lana lost."

I noticed her bag sitting on the table and immediately spotted the thing she’d definitely forgotten—her sanitary pads. Typical Zara. Always so careless when it came to little things like this. I grabbed one and stuffed it into her bag. “You almost forgot this,” I said. Zara blinked, clearly having forgotten all about it. “Oh, right!” she said, sheepishly sticking her tongue out. “I’m happy to be like this!” I shook my head, amused. “You’re so forgetful,” I said, giving her a look that was both stern and affectionate.

"What? No school? Why?" He raised an eyebrow, his lips parting in a gasp. "You seriously forgot? It’s Caroline’s birthday today. No one’s going to school. Everyone’s going to celebrate later." It hit me like a freight train. Caroline’s birthday. My best friend’s birthday. I slapped my forehead, a wave of guilt washing over me. "Oh my God, I totally forgot! How could I forget?" “Because you’re oooold!” He laughed. I playfully threw a pillow at him, not that it helped. He dodged it easily, his grin only growing wider.

My husband Charles always had selective amnesia. Anything that had to do with me, he would forget, then promise he'd make it up next time. On my thirtieth birthday, I prepared an elaborate dinner at home and waited for him and our family to come celebrate. But the hour came and went, and no one showed up. Burning with a high fever, I went out to look for Charles and called everyone else. Isabella's voice was warm with laughter. "Charles is here with me picking out your birthday present. We'll be back soon." My best friend said, "Traffic is awful. I ran into Charles on the way, so we're heading over together." Even my own brother told me, "I ran into an old friend with Charles on the road and

He had gone back to his document. * * * She took it apart in her room after lunch. Door closed. The facts: he had smiled. Unintentional, crooked, three seconds. She had spilled her tea. She tried: she had been startled by a sound and the tea was incidental. You were not startled, her wolf said. You were ambushed. He has a good face, Aria said, with the dignity of someone who had already lost. Objectively. When it does things it usually does not do—

“That’s not funny.” “It wasn’t meant to be.” Adam sighed hard enough to be heard clearly. “Why are you making this difficult?” Decker stared at the table. “I could ask you the same thing.” Tony covered his mouth. Jared’s shoulders shifted once, almost like he was suppressing amusement. Adam muttered something under his breath. “When.” “As soon as you can.” “That sounds urgent.” “It is important.” “Important and urgent are different.” “Adam.” Another pause. Then Adam said, “Does Lotty know you’re calling?”