Deep Thoughts Humor Novels & Stories

His mouth opened, but no sound came out. I smiled then—slow, cold, and completely devoid of humor. “And you just made the biggest mistake of your pathetic life.”

“Really deep down. Like in the very underground depths, you're a good person.” Luca caught himself in time before he could laugh again. She was so hilarious, and she didn't even know it. “So who are you killing?” He asked, growing serious. “Myself.”

I'm here trying to preserve the life of this lady— my genuine, concise, and mildly disturbing statement must have been well received as a warning yet she mockingly laughs at me like I'm some kind of lunatic or something. 'Believe me lady this might be the worst day of your life if you continue this nonsensical laugh you're imposing.' "Sorry, that might have been rude," she said forcing herself to stop laughing, "I was just surprised that such a young girl like you would have such grim thoughts. I just can't take it seriously, although that's not your fault, don't worry."

she replied, still trying to process the unexpected humor. Fabian nodded, his face remaining impassive. "Yes, I have a peculiar sense of humor. I find it amusing to deliver jokes with a deadpan expression. It keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Stellina couldn't help but laugh, relieved that her impression of Fabian's comment was misconstrued. "Indeed, Fabian. Your deadpan humor definitely caught me off guard. I appreciate the levity in this serious situation."

He responded with a condensing tone, and a small peal of laughter brewed inside of me. Shock soared through me with the realization that I could still find humor in things. Considering everything that’s been happening. Honestly, it was at a point where laughing seemed to be a golden luxury: one I could not afford at the very moment. But I guess being in Dante's presence provided that semblance of normalcy! That little fallacy that said things were... Still okay!

He managed a wry smile. “Think about it as revenge, but make it clever. Humiliate him in a way that leaves him speechless. Isn’t that what he deserves?” His words, laced with humor and a touch of irreverence, struck a chord in my heart. I felt a strange, fleeting moment of relief, a chance to reclaim some control in this chaotic mess. Caleb’s suggestion brought a small smile to my lips—a reminder that humor could sometimes be the sharpest weapon. Before I could dwell further on my thoughts, the doctor came rushing back with good news.

His inner monologues. (Part-2) “At least the weather is having its way.” With his eyes tightly closed, he inhaled. “Seems like it's going to rain tomorrow.” A sudden thought racked his brain. Or rather, a quote that struck a chord. “Life is tragic when seen close-up but comedic when seen from afar.” Which was true. There was no humour when he let it engulf him entirely. Because one's pain is another's happiness. He puffed, opening his eyes.

“Neither can I. I mean, a cat, a platinum card, and a mysterious disappearing man? This feels like something out of a soap opera.” I laughed a little, but it wasn’t from amusement. It was the kind of laugh you give when nothing makes sense and your brain’s trying to hold it together with duct tape.

"All pale and transparent." I laughed. "Boo hoo," I said, smirking. Her expression twisted in confusion. "What is wrong with you?" Oh, she was actually being mean. I really needed to get a grip on this pack’s humor—it flipped from dark and sarcastic to nonexistent in the blink of an eye. "Oh, sorry, I thought you were joking," I said. "Considering you look like a joke, I didn’t realize I was supposed to take you seriously." Oh, it was on.

“Fantastic. Emotional whiplash and magical trauma. You’re really hitting all my favorite genres today.” He studied me for a long beat, his head tilting like a bird of prey. “You cope with humor. It’s an interesting defense mechanism for a wolf. Usually, your kind just snarls.” “I cope with not collapsing in the street,” I shot back, my teeth beginning to chatter. “Humor is just the garnish. Now, are we moving or are we waiting for the 'Missing Person' posters to go up?” Something unreadable flickered across his face—an appreciation for my spite, perhaps. “Fair,” he said, and turned back into the darkness.