Deep Thoughts Humor Novels & Stories

He is so full of words, huh? "Give me the car keys and get the hell out of here. If possible, don't show your annoying face to me again." Deep says. I would like to think that the poor guy is getting fired for his stupid jokes, but the way he is so calm does not suggest that the case is as serious as I am taking it to be.

They talked for another hour about other things, easier things, the conversation finding its way back to lighter ground with the naturalness of water finding its level, and Jayda found herself laughing genuinely twice, which she noted with the quiet surprise of someone who had not expected to laugh tonight and was glad to have been wrong about that. He was funny in the dry understated way of someone who didn't perform humor but simply had it, who said things that were true in angles that made them suddenly absurd, and she found that harder to hold at arm's length than she had anticipated because genuine humor required genuine intelligence and she had always responded to intelligence in spite

Her face was ghostly white, and her eyes were so empty, I wondered if someone lived behind them. The lawyer played the hospital's surveillance footage. It showed me taking care of Diane and George, and I never had time to stop and breathe. It showed how my agony and despair only grew every time Wendy hung up on me. Wendy never tore her eyes away from the screen. Her tears fell in silence. She lay on the bed. Hoarsely, she said, "Why? Why won't you forgive me? Why? I said I'm sorry!" And then she cackled like a madwoman. It was shrill and filled with something I knew very well. Despair.

Almost. Just that I do not laugh. Humor is not something I recognize even if it smacks me right in the face. I learnt early that I do not have a good sense of humor, as while I don’t have time for jokes, I used to laugh at the oddest hours, mostly when there is something as a serious as death on the line. That was weird. I know, and didn’t need anyone to tell me. So I stopped laughing all together. “It’s a ten minutes’ walk.”

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

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."

"Yes, I did. Now could you do me a favor and throw more light on the subject." "You are doing it again," Goodness laughed. "What am I doing again?" "You are telling me to throw more light on the subject." "And what is strange about telling a friend to throw more light on a subject that he brought up?" "So, you don't know what is funny in your statement?" "I honestly don't know what is funny in my statement. I am as confused as a hawk who found out about week ago that he has been stalking the grave where his dead mother was laid to rest."

“Sounds like pure trash wrapped in muscle to me.” I smiled at that. “Right?” We sat there a moment, like we were all remembering our own worst times. And then Kim said it again, quieter this time. “You know what’s funny? When it’s happening to you, however bad it is, you still think maybe next time… you’ll know better. But you don’t.” We all laughed at this so hard we were basically acting like old friends. “That’s not funny,” Zane said with a small, sad laugh. “That’s just sad.”

I replied. “I can't laugh out loud here, Leo. So, keep it down.” He shrugged his shoulders lightly “Of course you can't, since I'm not a comedian. What's wrong with your head, Dee.” He was starting to make me regret my decision. “Chill, man. It's just funny to hear you give a lecture on how to behave amid this congregation when you always avoid being amongst them.” “Isn't that strange to hear?” Yeah, he was teasing and I felt like punching his handsome face.