Dark Humor Hypothetical Questions Novels & Stories

At some point, I had to let them go so he could hear them, yes; the tension of laughter has been building in me ever since I asked him if, he was going to throw me to the sharks. "Hahaha! Why are you laughing? You must be dreaming, you funny fellow! There are no sharks in that tiny spring. Hey, come on, stop dreaming of the impossible!" His sense of humour caused more laughter among us. "Okay then, fine! I agree with you on that, there are no sharks, I accepted. Now, what about alligators? Are there no alligators in that spring? Are you going to deny that also?" "No, I won't deny that which is why I'm going to feed you to them. I think you will make a good meal for them, what do you think ab

Yuki raised a question and I know worst things will about to happen then. Darn! Guess like the hot seat was now on me. They surely would flood my queries if ever I spilled the wrong tea. I need to be cautious of my response to avoid their sudden attention to me. “I... I was just curious, that's why.” I hesitated then let out a fake laugh. Argh! Is there another way to get through my dilemma other than laughing like an idiot in front of them? It might drive me crazy if I continue doing it so. It doesn't even suit my personality. It ain't funny.

“Hey, laughing wolf, answer my questions. Am I even safe with you?” I let out. He stopped laughing immediately. like the laugh completely disappeared, and for a moment, I wondered if I had imagined him laughing. I mean, if I can have a realistic imagination of being fucked by three men, then certainly, I can also imagine one of those men laughing and assume it was real. For all I know, this whole experience could be me just imagining while lying on my bed or something. The thought of that was crazy and I hated it. I pinched myself and it did hurt.

“That’s a dangerous compliment, coming from someone who looks like they could start a riot with their eyeliner.” There was a warmth in the corner of my chest that felt like contraband. Humor is dangerous because it makes you like people. Liking is a slippery slope in my profession. “You been following me?” I asked, eventually. Direct questions cut through the fog. He shrugged like it wasn’t a confession. “Maybe. Maybe I was following the music. Maybe I was following the idiot who thought a diner was an acceptable place to sit in a storm and not get chatted up by strangers.”

I nodded, understanding what he meant. If only I’d calmed down to listen to him, I wouldn’t be in the situation where I was now embarrassed to return to class. “So, what if…” He stopped slurping his banana milkshake. I almost gagged when he had ordered it. Banana in anything asides being a fruit was rubbish, in my own opinion. “Yeah?” Was I about asking what I was thinking? “What if, in a hypothetical world, what if…” Jack burst out laughing “You’re delusional.” When he saw the glare on my face, he straightened.

he asked in that no-nonsense tone that he often used. That was a rather interesting answer and a way to evade a question by replying with a question. “Even if the said best friend died?” His eyes narrowed and he gave me one of those looks he’d give to people when they were being unreasonably daft. So daft that he could not understand them. “You are not dead.” “I’m not but I could be,” I argued. “Let’s just say that I am. Theoretically. Then would you do it?”

"How many times do I have to tell you, they're your parents? Why won't you even see if it's true?" "Because you're a compulsive liar. Why should I trust you? For all I know, this is another scheme of yours, so you can scam my money out of me!" I tossed the notice of critical illness in her face. "Then, look at this closely. Tell me, what's the name that's written on it?" She didn't even look. The woman stepped on it and slapped me. "What an actor. You came in with props. If you have that much time, learn from Zack. If you please me, I'll give you any money you want. You made the wrong move."

Is that supposed to be a fucking joke? I scoff. "I'm sure you can imagine why." "I can imagine a lot of things," Harlan mutters, "But I'd rather hear it from you." I sigh heavily through slightly flared nostrils, my lips a tightly shut line.

I wanted to say something, but he put his two hands up as a sign for me to shut up. I swallowed back my words, feeling the hotness of his anger fill the room. "I just want to know something," he says, laughing, but it was a bitter laugh. "So let's say the reverse was the case and you slept with someone by mistake of course..." "You would not," he says, emphasised the words. "But hypothetically speaking, if it happens, would you think it's fine?" he asks. I looked at him, dumbfounded, as he glares at me.

His witty remarks, laced with sarcasm, hang in the air, momentarily lightening the heavy atmosphere of the dungeon. I engage in a brief exchange of words with Tyler, our conversation punctuated by his dry wit and dark humor. He uses jokes as a shield, deflecting the severity of our predicament. The irony isn't lost on me; while I pity his situation, he seems oddly detached, finding solace in jests even when the reality of our captivity looms over us.