Absurd Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

There had been no pressure, no judgment, no complicated plans or dangerous secrets—just us, the floor beneath us, and the absurdity we had made together. And in that absurdity, in that small moment of laughter and companionship, I felt a flicker of something I hadn’t felt in days: hope. We talked for a while, nothing deep, nothing heavy. Just nonsense. Jokes. Random gossip. Clara had this way of twisting even the smallest, most mundane details into something funny, something absurd that made it impossible not to laugh. She mimed ridiculous scenarios, over-exaggerated voices, and at one point, even staged a tiny mock argument between a tomato and an egg. I laughed so hard my sides ached, my c

I told him desperately wanting to know what I did wrong. “Oh, you should stop talking to sort out all the problems!” He said very seriously that somehow made me laugh. I know I have a big mouth. He is being sarcastic. I love this Arjun, funny and sarcastic. But I stopped laughing when I didn't hear him laugh with me.

I questioned, finally regaining myself and coming out of whatever trance I was in initially. They both glanced at each other and then busted into laughter. Ok, what the hell is funny? "The fact that you're dumb is what is actually funny," Arla mocked. "I am not dumb," I retorted. "Accept it, you are," Arla argued, refusing to back down. "You know what it's pointless arguing with you." With that I blocked her, temporarily stopping her from speaking to me. I wonder why she had to be annoying sometimes.

] "One of the things I like about him... He's a corny joker." ["Like what?"] I clap my hands once. "About teleporting mosquitos. Anyhow, he can make me laugh." ["He could have learned from me~ To make a woman laugh is to make them fall for that man."] "Like what?" ["Hmm, what do you call a mosquito inside the mosquito net?"] "What?"

We're stranded. I start laughing like a madman, the sound echoing through the forest. Adam looks at me, his face a mixture of concern and confusion. "What's so funny?" he asks, clearly perplexed by my strange reaction to the situation. I look at him and grin, my eyes glittering with a dangerous light. "Everything," I say. "It's all so absurd."

He was like a fool, laughing for superficial reason. “Nothing.” His sparing answer made me wince. Tears? Just like a fool? Laughing for no good reason ?. Is this man crazy? “Huh? Why are you laughing? Am I funny? ” I asked him rudely. “Is there anything funny I said?” I asked him again. It was shaken and slightly swallowed. “Nothing.” He said seriously to me as he drove the steering wheel of the car. “Why are you laughing if there is nothing wrong with what I said ?. So you’re laughing because I’m funny like that ?. ” I told him calmly and he totally denied me.

"Oh come on, it's fun—" Words evaporate on my tongue as my own squeal interrupts me. My feet slip on the muddy ground and I fall face first in a ditch. Not a moment later, I hear a blooming laughter. Sudden, unexpectedly cackling. I wipe the mud off my face, my wide eyes on the unbelievable sight in front of me. Sebastian Walts, the most monotonous, stern alive person is laughing. "You're such an asshole," I say despite my smile. "That was gold," Sebastian says, his laughter coming to an end.