Humorous Story Essay

Tyler was tired. He didn’t exactly remember why, and he didn’t want to try to, either because it would take too much energy. He could have been doing homework, or he could have been playing video games. He didn’t really care. He said goodnight to Jake, his dog. Surprisingly, he didn’t fall asleep instantaneously. It was like his body didn’t want him to sleep.

Above all else, it’s important to realize that your entire life will change, when you least expect it. With this in mind, consider how a tumor disrupted our sweet life. Prior to “tumor day” we lived a relatively quiet life, but almost 3 years ago this April it all changed. This morning, Eddie my older brother, awaken to the sound of mom’s voice. “Time to rise, you’ll miss the bus”, she said, opening the bedroom door. Startled, he sprung out of bed, dressed, grabbed his backpack, said: “I love you, mom and Tor, see you later." I watched from the kitchen window, he darts down the sun-filled driveway, he ran right past Mrs. Towne’s poodle, Grumpy. He was off, I headed towards the workstation to being the class reading assignment. Finally, an hour or so later assignment completed, I ate breakfast, continued with no further breaks until lunch. Soon after lunch, arrived the “tumor” call that transformed our lives, the call that made the sunny, beautiful day a cold, dark, gloomy one.

I walk in and a pungent, musty odor hits me in the face like a truck. It looks like a tornado has made its way through here, for there are clothes strewn everywhere. The thickness of the air from the heat off the sun-beaten backs of the athletes covers the room. The constant groaning of the archaic washing machine rings in my ears. The taste of Clorox sits on my lips, and it’s accompanied with the sweat rolling down my

As we walked into the gym a mixed scent of bleach and sweat hit my nose, burning it in its wake. As I covered my nose from the unbearable smell I was able to find my team, sitting

I glance around the room to look for the source of the strange smell. On top of a toilet is a leather jacket, a grey t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black socks, all stacked and folded neatly.

As we got to the locker room the musk of the locker room began to fill my nose to the brim. Hard work and victory smelt like moldy chinese food left out in the heat. As I started to slide out of my sweaty gear, soaked to its core, surrounded by my exhausted, ecstatic teammates I could feel the fear starting to creep in. I continued to strip down as some of the guys began to hop into the showers.

And I turned around, and there is was. A half-eaten donut sitting on an empty toilet paper rack. It was a half-eaten vanilla donut with vanilla icing. And I thought, why in the toilet paper section? Dad and I were laughing about the donut suddenly making its unwarranted materialization. I heard the sound of people talking, sweat, donuts, and some protein powder. I don’t even know why my dad likes protein powder. It smells repulsing. But there was some sweet smell. The scent of fresh toilet paper and pastries was wonderful. However, that scent was quickly taken over by the smell of body odor. Really, stop wandering around the toilet paper section and go to the deodorant section and treat yourself,

I desperately leapt out the locker room to escape, but splat! I lay in front of a huge crowd of mocking school students in an enormous puddle of yellow chunky vomit. I was a brown monkey in a circus. My purple floral toob was humiliatingly ruined. To

It wasn’t until a few years ago when I finally discovered the true origins of the smell. I had recently been invited over to a girl’s house whose class schedule was the only thing we had in common. With perspire gathering on my forehead, the sound of my thumping heart overshadowed my cautious

Over 350 million people suffer from depression worldwide. It’s Kind of a Funny Story, written by Ned Vizzini, is a realistic fiction novel about a high schooler named Craig Gilner who struggles with depression and suicidal thoughts. This story was a great read and for multiple reasons. Vizzini does a great job of making Craig, the protagonist, a very interesting character, and the novel itself is very relatable to anyone who is/was a student. Craig has many intriguing qualities that are hard to ignore.

The next night as the concert was wrapping up Niall finished his speech then said Louis had an announcement. The stadium grew quiet as Louis walked to the front of the stage “Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of Larry Stylinson things going around and there is something I want to say about it.” He glanced over at one of the Modest members who was signaling for him to stop talking but he ignored him and looked back at Harry and motioned for him to come over to him. “How many people here believe Harry and I are in a relationship?”The crowd began cheering then Louis got them to be quiet again. He glanced at Harry then looked at the crowd “Well tonight I want everyone to know that we think it’s about time you all knew the truth. Make sure you get this

Ever wondered what happens to brothers when they fight till they leave the house, it’s not a straight away thing but takes little events in their life to turn them against each other, this is one type of event.

I chose to read the book It’s Kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vizzini. I’m at the midpoint of the book and so far I have mixed feelings about the plot. I already have thought about the characters I like and dislike. My favorite character, hands down, is Craig because I can relate to his personality the most. If you know me, you know that I’m a very awkward person and can sometimes get very anxious and stressed about things that are not worth working myself up about. Although I relate to Craig very closely, I have contradictory feelings towards other characters. For example, some I have very strong emotions for, while others I find displeasing. For example, I do not like the judgemental quality that Craig’s little sister has, but I do support how she cares for her brother even if

“Last call, Dimaranan family,” I heard over the airport intercom as there we were, in line for burgers and completely unaware our flight would soon leave. As you can imagine, being on the opposite side of the airport to where the gate was, we all made a mad dash lugging our suitcases behind us. My brother, who was 6 years old at the time, even got left behind crying and trying to catch up to my frantic parents.This was the flight that we were taking to move to Houston and there was no way we could miss it. Eventually, we made it to our seats in the nick of time as my mom and dad breathed a sigh of relief. When I look back on this trip, I realize how important it is to remember where you came from and the journey you took to get there. I remember

The second baton went out of control and hit Judge Amy right in the head! She did not get hurt, yet Grace dashed off the stage sobbing hysterically. Erin exclaimed, “ Let’s give her a big round of applause everyone! Alright well that’s it, the competitions over! Time to tally up the results!” The contestants anxiously lined up on stage waiting for the results. They could feel their hearts beating through there chest and there palms all sweaty. “ For the first time ever,” Erin said excitedly, “ we have a tie!” Gasps fell across the crowd. “ Why!” and “ This has never happened!” Erin announced, “ The winners are, Jessica, Grace, Lauren, Kate, and Rachel! Everyone won because everyone deserves the crown!” Everyone let out a happy cheer and they