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!"


...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...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 12, 2015*.

Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by Daisy.


Sander laughs. It’s a sound she hasn’t heard in a thousand years and it’s a sound she would wait another thousand to hear. He leans close, their breaths are mingling. He kisses her again. Short and sweet. “I love you,” he tells her, “I love you.”

By sam, June 24, 2014.

Found in Fire And Blood , authored by Rose North ( northernwinters wattpad ).


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.

By maria, December 5, 2013.

Jim suddenly doubled himself up and burst into a loud harsh cackle of laughter. Whoop! he went, and doubled himself up with laughter. Whoop! Whoop! he went, and fell on the ground and writhed with laughter. He was in that state of intoxication when he could find no release from maddening self-consciousness. He knew what he was doing, he did it deliberately. And yet he was also beside himself, in a sort of hysterics. He could not help himself in exasperated self-consciousness.

By descriptionari, June 30, 2012.

Found in Aaron's Rod, authored by D. H. Lawrence.


One moment there was ground under my the wheels of my bicycle, dark ground yet to feel the kiss of the light of dawn, then there was water. Then, in a moment that felt so stretched... I sank beneath the cold surface, arms dragging along the bottom of the canal. I stood, the water waist deep. Then, to my surprise, what I heard was my own laughter. Apparently I found is so deeply funny to be standing in the canal completely soaked. I grabbed my bike and lifted it to the path, pulling myself out after it. Then I laughed again. Between the water, the mud and the laughter... it has become a favourite memory...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 11, 2019.