There is laughing from love, there is laughing from mean sentiment - I promise you that with you it is always from love.
His laughter was my serenity, for in those moments we were most alive.
Laughing is my greatest treasure of the day, for this is when my inner smile grows so wide that it becomes this auditory firework.
Earnest laughed as if it were a natural spring, the water deepening the hue of the rocks. "Wow," he said, "That was so dumb it was music," he paused, softly doubling over with a gentle pat to his right leg, "dum, dum, dum!"
Laughing is a signal of feeling safe, of feeling comfortable enough to indulge in high emotions and feel how they bring real health.
...Hang on, Marsha’s back. She wants to know what I’m doing. I’m giving her the “not now” look and shooing her with my hands but she has no intention of moving. So I tell her I’m in the middle of creating a new writing genre and she says, “What?”
“Fuction,” I say and she almost spits the take-out coffee she’s drinking.
“Dai, I think you missed out an “n.”
“No, Marsha. It’s Fuction, functional fact fiction. Fuction.”
“Spelled f, u c,..” She dissolves into a puddle of laughter and I can see her stomach shaking as she fights a new gale of giggles.
“No, Marsha, I don’t spell it that way, no 'k',' K? And I’m kinda busy right now. I have a new friend over too.” She looks around the room. Thankfully she can’t see you there, I guess you’re blending right into the couch. Well done. She pulls her mouth to one side, like a lopsided pout and I can see her cogs turning as her eyes narrow just a bit...
Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by .
His laughing was like ripples in a still pond after a stone has been thrown in. It radiated outwards through the packed hall of children who had up until that moment been quite silent. Now they too began to titter and soon the ripples of laughter became great waves of hilarity.