Dark Humor Stories Novels & Stories

Thursday, at lunch, she laughed. It was Marcus Chen again, who had come by the penthouse for what he described as an informal meeting and what Elena recognized as another inspection. He was telling a story about a competitor, dry and specific, the kind of insider humor that required context she didn't have. Victoria wouldn't have found it funny. Victoria's humor ran toward wit and social satire, sharp and polished. She wouldn't have understood the punchline of Marcus's story because the punchline was quietly absurd in the way that only worked on people who appreciated absurdity for its own sake.

Tanner well, she would circumcise me if I didn't show up at the office today. My apartment looks like a pig lives in it, but I don't give a fuck about anything. I took my bath and I got to the office, and Ethan came to my desk with his wacky jokes. But I wasn't in the mood for any of them. He tried to get me to laugh at his jokes, but there was practically nothing funny about the jokes to begin with. He would just dabble a few words and expect you to laugh. "Come on, Charm, these are my Harvard jokes," he said, looking sad and making faces.

They all laughed at my silly jokes which lessen my nervousness. “That’s fine young lady, and just by looking at your face and curvy body, we know and we could tell already that you’re going to hit big, which is you’re already big” Again the room filled with laughter. An elegant and formal meeting turns to be a talk show where they all asked me questions about my experience and the works I had done in Europe and in the Americas. I can see Hadrian smiling widely on his cheer as the guest were entertained by my silly jokes and some boring stories.

With nothing in mind, he laughed shamelessly! "Hahahaha! Fucking idiots, you two! Hahaha!" "You two are Idiots? How come you have to wear that! That is the wearing clothes of female animals! Hahaha!" "I don't know my friend is this Idiot Haha! Haha!" Dick mocked this out loudly while laughing. Of course he knew to the core about Darkness having him wear that clothes! "....." The "two idiots" which Dick called is boiling from anger. "Oh, oh!" Dick exclaimed.

I was laughing with my best friend and the fact that I might die soon was pushed at the back of my head. "No, I've got a better one," I said still laughing, "I'm like Dracula whose down to his last meal." "And his fangs all fell out," Asher added and we both burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "Why are we finding this humorous?" I asked as I wiped a tear, "it's not even funny at all." "I guess we're just trying to laugh all our pain away and pretend it's just a huge joke," he answered as he sobered up. "I honestly don't want to think of you dying so soon and leaving me all alone in this crazy world."

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

I hit my head with my palm "stupid, so fucking stupid!" Tears were rushing down my eyes in their torrents. "Are you ok babes?" Kevin rushed up to me with a worried look on her face. I was heaving like a mad woman. She engulfed me in a hug. "I know that he is your man but are you not feeling a little too strongly for his dad?" That was Kevin, always looking for ways to lighten up the mood. Dark humor she always said makes the world go round. But I couldn't even laugh at the joke at this moment since I realized that I was the joke myself. For believing in Darius again and putting my heart on the line.

They’ll never hurt him—or anyone else—again. For now, though, he’s here with me, laughing as he shares some embarrassing story about the first woman he tried to date when he came home. Apparently, he fell asleep in the middle of a movie because he was so bored. The way he tells it, I can’t help but laugh, and I retaliate by sharing one of my own cringe-worthy dating disasters. We exchange stories, one failure after another—awkward moments, embarrassing dates, and epic disasters. The conversation flows easily, and for the first time in what feels like forever, it feels right. Perfect, even.

Sure enough, Adrian closed his mouth. "Darling, then I will tell you a joke. There was a toothpick that was walking along the road. Just then, it saw a hedgehog running past the middle of the road, and then it shouted something at the hedgehog. Guess what it shouted? Yes, it is called the hedgehog 'bus'!! Haha, it's funny, isn't it?" RK felt that listening to Adrian's jokes would make him want to sleep even more than listening to him recite poems. This guy couldn't even tell a good joke. What was the meaning of telling a joke that everyone already knew? Would Stella laugh? What a childish kid.

Together, they formed a dynamic duo, effortlessly bringing smiles to our faces. Elliot, with his quick wit and mischievous grin, joined in the merriment, contributing his fair share of jokes and hilarious anecdotes. His infectious laughter was contagious, spreading joy throughout our gathering. We exchanged quips and jests, the playful banter building a sense of camaraderie that transcended mere acquaintanceship. As we shared our stories and laughed until our sides ached, time seemed to lose its grip on us. The world around us faded into the background, and the park became a stage for our collective happiness. Each moment was etched in my memory, like a mosaic of laughter and shared experien