Anecdote Humor Novels & Stories

“Now. The laugh. I heard you yesterday, when you thought no one was listening. It’s too high.” He stopped in front of me, tapping his own chest. “Elion’s was deeper. From here.” The gesture was intimate. Unexpected. I flinched. His jaw tightened instantly. “Try again,” he said. “I’ll tell you a joke. It’s a terrible one. Elion hated it.” He told it anyway... something painfully unfunny involving a squirrel and a priest. I forced out a weak chuckle, the sound thin and hollow. “No.” The word cracked like a whip.

“Oh you like that? Well I also proposed to her the day I met her and she said no!” I groaned and covered my face, thinking about how embarrassing that was. “Oh, and then I gave her my virginity only to find out days later that she was sleeping with my best friend. So I went to go kill her ex and instead she almost died. Now she barely even likes me.” How do the Griffons find these sad stories so funny? I mean sure there’s some humor to it, but I consider it ‘you had to be there’ humor. “Thank you, I’ll be here a few more hours hopefully!” Hunter grinned and waved.

he asked, his eyes sparkling as he grinned at me. I nodded and sat up to listen to him, wanting to hear anything that would distract me from the pain I had been feeling in my heart since my father passed. "Okay. I've got a joke to make you feel better," he said, his voice light and playful as he got ready. "Okay, I could use a laugh. Go ahead,” I said, raising an eyebrow, intrigued. Anthony cleared his throat as he said. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?" . "I don't know, why?"

He murmured, ruefully. I badly didn't want to see him sad anymore. "Jokes could help.You can tell me jokes" "Jokes"He said more to himself as if thinking of something up. "Well, I think I heard this somewhere,I don't really remember how it starts or ends but the punch line is...'Get lost,you old cargo'!" I grimaced. "So am I supposed to laugh to an half joke?" He pouted."I'm an hopeless joke teller" I couldn't stop myself from laughing not because of his half joke but because of how hopeless he looked.

I felt my heart pounding, scared, and still not fully believing what he was saying, but I also sensed the possibility of what he was saying. A few days ago, we had lunch with Nicole, and she also told a joke similar to what the young businessman before me had said. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn't entirely a joke. That realization made me clench my fists and glare at the man sharply. "You, stop saying things that aren't entirely true."

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

It wasn't just me who heard what Hubert Lock said. His parents heard them too. Laidman Lock immediately raised a hand and smacked Hubert lightly on the arm, irritation creeping into his voice. "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Who jokes with their wife like that?" Michelle Lock quickly patted the back of my hand and comforted me softly. "Crystal, don't take it to heart. It's April Fools' Day, isn't it? Hubert was just being thoughtless and making a joke."

He seemed almost relieved, though about what she couldn’t guess. “I mean... Look, you know I have a hard time believing this stuff, but it was clearly enough for you to believe, and that alone is worth something. Plus it’ll be quite a story to tell your kids one day, don't you think? ‘So Dad, how’d you meet Mom?’ ‘Oh, well, let me tell you about the hundred psychics in one day that made me bust up my relationship and head back home. I happened to stumble over her here in the most mundane, generic, beautiful beach town on Earth. Worth it!’” She couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up, barely registering that they were falling right back into their old selves, complete with the teasing, sarca

His recounting of a failed attempt at setting up a date, where he comically portrayed himself as a gay man, elicited genuine amusement from me. "Did you really do that? Pfffft," I couldn't help but chuckle, finding his comedic anecdotes delightfully entertaining. Our laughter resonated through the diner, attracting inquisitive glances from onlookers. Yet, in our little bubble of shared humor, their scrutiny went unnoticed, a testament to the unique connection we were forging. "You're the only one I've agreed to, actually." "You only agree with me, I swear!" Our simultaneous declarations ignited another round of laughter, and the diner seemed to transform into a haven of shared mirth. The wor

It came out short and disbelieving, the kind of laugh a man gives when someone’s insulted his intelligence instead of amused him. “That’s good.” He shook his head, still laughing under his breath. “That’s genuinely good. Did my grandmother’s people teach you that one, or did you come up with it yourself?” “I’m not lying to you.” “Of course you’re not.” He leaned back, arms crossed, something cold settling behind his eyes now that the laugh had faded. “You’re the third woman this year to try that particular story on me. One of them even had a name badge to match, if you can believe that. Very convincing prop.”