Deep Thought Funny Novels & Stories

I acknowledged. "If I were you I'd be on him like a baby sloth on its mama." I looked at her, trying get my fuzzy brain to process what she'd just said without success. We looked at each other and both dissolved into laughter, "What's so funny?" A deep voice cut off our laughter.

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

I said as he now looked at me with a serious face. "Shut up, will you?" Came his deep voice in a dead serious tone as I just nodded looking down. "Everything is my fault now." I murmured rolling my eyes while bhabhi just motioned me to shut my mouth. I looked at her with narrowed eyes when I heard Zee chuckling, right besides me. "What's so funny?" I asked him with the most annoyed voice. At this point everything is wrong in his system cause he doesn't laugh on funny things but laughs in utmost serious situations.

I was starting to get tired but I didn't want to stop running, the voice kept mocking me while I kept repeating mentally that I should wake up. -Mortals are very stubborn, if you keep running you will only get tired. -¡Shut up! -Escape is useless. -¡Shut up! -¿You know you're running in circles, don't you? He laughed again and I stopped running. I looked around and realized that everything looked the same. I knelt before the voice and begged it to wake me up. The being appeared in front of me and was sympathetic to me, made me stand up and wiped away my tears.

My brain took so much time to digest what he said to me. It was shocking, yes, and what got me irritated is how he laughed after telling me those breathtaking dialogues. He laughed as if he didn't mean anything he said, or maybe because he finds what he told me preposterous. Which, even though I don't want to admit it, is true. Hays! Overthinker. I should just slip all these thoughts away because tomorrow, I'll be back to my normal life. Normies, dancing, not for fun, but money. Either way, I'm not ashamed of my job.

“Or what?” Sophia sighed behind me. “Why is it always the ‘or what’ guys?” Kate muttered under her breath, “Because they don’t have enough brain cells to think past that.” I bit back a grin. I liked her already. The man’s face turned red. “Oh, you think this is funny?” “I think it’s sad.” I corrected. “But if you want to make it funny, go ahead and take that swing you’re thinking about. I’d love to see how that works out for you.”

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

“I do not fall.” There was a pause. “No,” he said calmly. “You just look very funny while slipping.” The line went dead. I stood there for a long time. Then I began laughing again. Because if I did not laugh, I might start screaming. The televisions behind me kept talking. The city kept moving and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be the joke. But jokes can turn dark very quickly and I am very good at dark.

“This is a mistake.” “Then why am I here?” He didn’t answer. Not right away. He walked to his desk, loosened his tie, and poured two fingers of bourbon into a glass. He didn’t offer her any. “I’ve ruled in your favor three times in four weeks,” he said. “Every time, I check myself. Every time, I reread the arguments twice to be sure I’m not—" “—thinking with your dick?” His head snapped up. A pause. Then a dry, humorless laugh. “Something like that.”

Then he laughs. Not a polite chuckle. A full, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking, I-can’t-breathe laugh that echoes off the walls like a madman who just heard the best joke of his life. I sit there clutching my fake notes, smile frozen, brain buffering. His craziness is pretty serious.