Clean Humor Stories Novels & Stories

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

When my joke lands she tilts her head back to laugh, shaking her head as she looks at me. "You're ridiculous." She says. "You're smiling." I respond. She gives me that warm look again and I wonder what's going through her mind at this moment. "You got any other ones?" She asks and I wrack my brain for any other dad jokes. "Um... The circus lion ate the clown but didn't finish." I say. "Why?" She asks. "Because he tasted funny." I respond and Harper chuckles again. "More." She teases, but I just shrug.

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.

Now he looked like a hairdresser who had just been told a juicy secret. “So you're telling me that you're on a Journey with your wife to go and save your mate from your wife's wicked mother?” He asked me unable to believe it. I nodded my head and he cackled, slapping the counter. “It's not funny,” I said with a blank face but he didn't stop laughing, instead he laughed harder. “It's not funny to you, obviously. But you don't hear this kind of story on a daily. I'm even more surprised that Heyley agreed. Shouldn't she be wishing you don't get your mate back?” He asked me

It took about five minutes before she tried to hold back her laughter to tell him the funny story. - The waiter also had the same expression as you. He kept asking over and over and even asked if Harvey used chicken blood or pig blood. When Harvey said he wanted to drink human blood, Calantha jumped up and explained to everyone that Harvey was joking. At this time, Samson breathed a sigh of relief. His little blonde girl knew how to make others curious about the story she was telling. He admitted that he could not compare to Harvey in handling situations. A person who is two thousand years old and a person who is a thousand years old is really very different.

Henry's hands had been tied in a harsh knot, and he was not taken seriously in the slightest. When he woke up, he heard a group of people telling dirty jokes in the car and laughing from time to time. "These rich people are so fun to play with. They think we're stupid, but you're smart, Boss! All you did was dangle some bait, and they fell for it—hook, line, and sinker!" one of the men said in a low voice.

He looked confusedly at me “Wait…no way you think you think you’re a god, “ I said to be sure he wasn’t serious And if he was then this man might need some professional help with his ego “I’m kidding “ he laughed while I just started at him blankly “Oh come on. You have to admit that was good “ he nudged me “ you’ve only told a good joke once , hopefully that could increase “ I rolled my eyes “That’s a lie. I’m a naturally funny person, I’m good at telling jokes “ he argued “Yeah, bad jokes “ I sassed and he laughed “See that’s how to be funny. Not by telling weird, scary or just totally off….” I rambled “ yeah, blah blah blah. Just shut the fuck up and kiss me “ he cut me off, tightening hi

“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.

Need a stress-relief quest? “No. Just…go hibernate or something.” I dragged my suitcase toward the guest room. It was massive, too big for someone who grew up sharing a room with three cousins and a gecko. The bed was soft, the curtains heavy, the air conditioner too cold. Even the silence here sounded expensive. Still, I had a job to do. Make him laugh. Easier said than done. By morning, I’d rehearsed about ten different ways to do it. Option one: classic humor. Option two: sarcasm. Option three: trip dramatically and hope he’s human enough to chuckle.

And neither of us says anything about it. Fred is in the middle of telling a ridiculous story about something that happened at work, and Stephanie is laughing so hard she nearly spills her drink. “Wait…wait…..so you’re telling me you actually told your boss that?” she gasps. “I had to!” Fred defends, pointing dramatically. “He deserved it!” “And you didn’t get fired?” Jason cuts in, clearly amused. “God loves me,” Fred says proudly. We all burst into laughter. Even Lucas. And I swear… I could sit there forever just listening to that sound.