Deep Thoughts Funny Novels & Stories

Is sex such an open topic that you go around sharing your damn experiences? "Don't mind him. He is just a dirty-mouthed dick-in-the-ass jerk at times." Deep says, making me snap my attention to him. "And you are a saint?!" I retort. "Definitely not. But I was kidding. When that happens, it will remain between us. Promise." He winks, gulping down his remaining coffee, and I mimic him to cool off a little. Sigh at that idiocy! Hot coffee, and cooling off? That would be a rare miracle. That's why the aura feels hotter than before. Thanks to these two dirty-mouthed jerks!

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

Then, out of nowhere, a sharp, disbelieving laugh tore from his throat. “You know what?” Ezra scoffed, shaking his head slowly. “Are you actually okay up there?” He tapped the side of his temple with exaggerated concern. “Because the nonsense coming out of your mouth—man, it’s beyond stupid. It’s almost impressive.” His laughter echoed louder now, cruel and mocking, the kind that cut deeper than any punch. “You really thought you could play smart? You’re either brain-dead or just suicidal.”

"You ordered a latte and spilled it on your shirt. All over your shirt. It was everywhere. You looked like a disaster. A beautiful disaster. The most beautiful disaster I'd ever seen." "Because you made me laugh. Because you told that terrible joke. The one about the chicken crossing the road. The one I still don't find funny." "Because you're easy to make laugh." "Because you're funny. You're the funniest person I know. You always have been. You always will be." He smiles. The almost smile. The one that reaches his eyes. The one I've been waiting to see for three years. The one I thought I'd never see again. The one that makes everything okay.

She said, "Don't you understand that looking at the moon helps us stay connected, regardless of the distance?" Looking at the moon and pondering matters of the heart, how could that ever be boring? David's tone was filled with irritation as he stated, "People like you have to be incredibly foolish to be obsessed with such boring emotions." "Indeed, we are utterly foolish. Clearly, we can't hold a candle to someone as smart and wise as you, who can walk for miles without a break. I mean, who in their right mind gets so bored that they resort to kidnapping for entertainment?"

Vincent pov I laugh so hard my eyes water. I haven't heard anything so ridiculous and stupid in a long time. The last time someone made me laugh like that was in high school. But the look on my Beta's face can only mean how serious his question was. I wipe away my tears and straighten my posture. Like a kid trying to look serious, I clear my throat a few times before speaking up. "That was a great joke, my friend, but warn me next time before you try to say something so absurd. One of these days, I might choke on a piece of food and die. Do you want it?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

We all knew he was hinting at Hope’s upcoming engagement. “What? Me, feel down?” Hope chuckled. “Not a chance! Even if the whole world bullied me, I’d still be like Uncle Ryan—never sad, just laughing it off. I’m all about living life to the foolest! F-O-O-L-E-S-T! Foolest!” “Your brain cells are fried, Hope. It’s the fullest! F-U-L-L-E-S-T!” Love corrected him. “Boring if it’s to the fullest! It should be the foolest! Sometimes, I imagine if everyone in the world was just a little silly. It’d be so much fun on Earth—just laughter, no stress, no depression.”

“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 say this as I sip on my juice. “Yeah? So we, I guess, then buy our coffins and dig our graves before we leave this house, right?” Huh! Can you listen to this girl? I am here saying, and I have it embedded in every being and sense of me, that I am not letting these people hurt me, even just a little. My only friends are already envisioning corpses? “Will you just stop? Your joke isn't funny at all." I state.

As some really wise person said: Laugh and the whole world laughs with you… “I didn’t mean it that way but what can I say. The quote is made that way.” Zadkiel shrugged, chuckling. Abel was still laughing at it. Zadkiel couldn’t keep his laughter inside when he saw his friend having fits of laughter. He let it out and the two best friends just laughed like they just watched Father do cartwheels while wearing a 70-year-old granny dress and his tights were too stretched that they ripped apart. “Zadkiel, I seriously don’t feel anything at all. Like I just feel sleepy. No pain.” Abel spoke after the laughter had died down and they were enjoying the comfortable silence.