Black Humor Example Novels & Stories

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?

“How profoundly clever. If this is your master strategy, you have truly lost your mind.” “You are correct. I have lost it,” I agree, moving a step closer and letting my voice drop. “I have lost the ability to stand by and watch you endure this. You deserve more than Brandon. You deserve more than this entire fucking disaster.” “Is that so? And you believe you are the solution? You? The man who treats everything like a punchline?” I offer a small shrug. “Humor is a reliable tool. It seemed to help last night, when you called me about your nightmare.”

His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."

Mentally exhausted and depressed, Damian fell silent after the first hour. His knowledge of jokes was severely lacking. No matter what he did, the cyborg could not meet his party members’ standards. It was too difficult to be a clown. “It’s in the delivery,” Zen chuckled, patting Damian on the back. “Sometimes people find others funny when they aren’t intentionally trying to be. Just be yourself.” The solid advice lifted Damian’s mood a little, and the two nerds chatted, exchanging what they knew to update the gamer guide while travelling to Red Hood’s house.

“I didn’t know there was flavors to crazy.” Holden laughed and shook his head, “You’re not a very good crazy person if you don’t even know what flavor of crazy you are.” “Well, give me an example!” I huffed, but my stern look only made his smile widen. “Alright, alright. Let me think for a minute.” He grinned; his hands held up in surrender. “Are you ‘blackmail the Beta’s son for two years crazy’ or are you ‘break into Casey Chandlers house in the middle of the night to shave her head’ crazy?”

She pulled her friend in for a hug "How do I always end up in these situations?" Lorraine asked, with tears cascading down her cheeks again. She picked up a paper tissue and wiped them off "Do you want me to break his legs?" "Or knock some sense into him?" Maia joked, trying to console her friend. Unfavourable light-hearted humour and sarcasm were her go-to's in uncomfortable situations; she often found that laughter was indeed the best medicine.

he joked. None of the students laughed or even cracked a smile—the joke wasn't funny at all. Yet, a loud, exaggerated laugh echoed through the room anyway. No one was surprised to see that it was Mr. Chan, desperately sucking up to his boss and laughing at a terrible joke just to stay on his good side.

The shadows wavered, a dark tendril reaching out but failing to touch them. Sandra, closing her eyes, visualized a protective light surrounding the house, her heartbeat steady and strong. Mathapelo whispered, “We are stronger together. We will not be broken again.” Humor in the Darkness Even amid fear, humor became a tool for resilience. Tshepo muttered, “If a shadow tries to hit me, I’ll tackle it. Who says ghosts are faster than humans?” Gail added, “I hope ghosts are afraid of colored pencils because I’m armed.”

Hawk started, the amusement in his voice still there, even though he’d somehow managed to get his laughter under control. “He was laughing at a lame joke on TV, and he choked on his cashew nuts,” he finished. And this time, he was unable to stop himself from laughing. Kill me! An awkward, “oh,” was all I could give. But after a few moments of cringing in embarrassment, I also couldn't help laughing at myself. “Milkshake, you’re really something,” Gina commented, smiling good naturedly at me, and I found myself smiling back. “You know, your family is really interesting,” I remarked as Hawk walked me to my car.

status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.