Novel & Cerita Best Dark Humor

Smiling, Rafael went out of his home. He got close to Dark right away. They meet in the middle and then standstill. "How do you do?" said Dark. "You're still the same, don't you know how to smile?" Rafael said then pressed both cheeks of Dark just to smile. "Of all the souls I've picked up from the last decade, you're the only one who's happy because you're dead." Said Dark. "You know who makes me happy and excited," said Rafael

He slammed his hands to the bed and glared at me. "Tell me what is funny, or I will make sure you will never be able to talk again." I rolled my eyes. "You think you're the absolute, the ultimate power, but here you are trembling because you're getting hit from each side. How does that feel? To see that your arrogance was just a facade?" I giggled, and I could see the way his jaw clenched. "Seeing your pride crumble down slowly is the best thing every." The dark king burst out laughing. "What is this? Do you have some kind of fantasy that I will be defeated? Then you are truly deluded because that is something that can never happen."

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

“What does that mean.” Darkun said nothing. He laughed instead. Not the laugh of cruelty or triumph, which would have been easier to place. The laugh of someone watching something they had long anticipated arrive exactly as expected, the private satisfaction of a very patient person. He sat in it for a moment and then he stopped and looked at us with the same composed expression he had worn since he arrived. He stood and crossed the room.

Darkous laughed, taking a long draw of his cigarette as he raised an eyebrow, seeming to control his increasing humour. “Don’t begrudge a man for his occupation, besides that shits fun.” His brother chuckled as he lit a Cuban cigar, taking an equally long draw. Darkous shook his head in amusement, unable to disagree with his brother as he spoke, his tone light and bubbly. “I have to be honest brother, that shit is fun.”

I can now see his face looking so serious and screams danger. Why is his mood changed anyway? Is he something bipolar or what? “Wait, why are you looking at me in that way? What did I do wrong?” I asked him but he laughed out loud and even caressed his tummy while laughing. I smiled wryly and rolled me eyes on him, “If you’re bored with your life, do not play with me, all right? Especially because I am busy. Get lost.” I was about to get out of the car when he held my hand.

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

The man clamped his mouth shut as his eyes flashed defiantely. "Have it your way." Summer said with a shrug pressing the button again, but this time holding it down longer. On either side of her Reggie and Taylor laughed as they watched the man convulse and eventually wet himself. "Look at that Reg!" Taylor laughed pointing. "He pissed himself." "Hilarious." Reggie laughed wiping a tear from his eye. "I suggest you talk buddy, our boss can be ruthless." "Will you talk?" Summer asked. "Wouldn't it better to just go ahead and tell us rather than going through this?"