Deep Thoughts Humor Novels & Stories

His humor had real life in it, the kind built on trending memes and self-deprecation. He would look at a pan full of vegetables that were falling apart and tell them, with a completely straight face, "You need to calm down." When I accidentally burned a batch of cookies, he burst out laughing and said, "Don't worry, charcoal is a natural energy booster." He was more vivid, more alive, and more human than any set of parameters I could have ever programmed. One evening, he was standing at the counter in an apron, chopping vegetables, and the last of the sunset was falling across him. I looked at his back and felt my heart jolt.

She had an amused smile plastered on her face, like she was joking about adding too much sugar in my coffee. It took me a moment to recover before I finally replied, "Of course not. I don't even like bars. I was starting to get really scared if I had a doppelganger whom you might have seen instead." Why the fuck did I say that?? Now this weirdo would think I found her very expensive and not so funny prank, amusing. Melanie clapped her hands once, "See?! I think we both have the sense of humor. Oh my goodness, you Moonlight Pack folks are too serious to take a joke. " She commented and started to chuckle.

“How hard can it be?” Just as I’m about to have a stroke, he breaks into a huge grin. “I’m kidding. Of course I’ve parachuted before.” I hit him several times on the chest with my fists. “STOP – DOING – THAT!” He laughs. “What?” “Bullshitting every time someone asks you a question!” “You ever heard the expression, ‘Laugh to keep from crying’?” “Yeah, so?” “So I can either joke around and keep it light, or I can be serious and we can all be miserable and afraid and then panic and lose focus and die. Which is it gonna be?”

Hearing Jonah say those words so bluntly, albeit in a casual tone, made my chest rumble with suffocating guilt again. Jonah quickly touched my chin, lifting my face back up. "Hey, hey. I was just kidding, okay? I guess it wasn't funny to you at all, huh?" Jonah smiled reassuringly, stroking the top of my head. "How could you even think of making a joke at a time like this, jeez?" "Well," Jonah shrugged lightly. "There's a wise saying that says the best way to deal with tragedy is to turn it into a comedy. So, I'm trying it. Is it a complete failure?"

“Any more and I’ll have an aneurysm in my brain.” I clear my throat, trying to straighten out my thought process and failing. I’m sure my cheeks are flushed, and I’m so glad nobody in this room can read minds. “Impressive.” I say, mustering a calm into my voice that my body absolutely does not feel. “He has a sense of humor.” He leans forward, eyes on me again. “Why are you here, really?”

' I say mentally. However, what I say, although it calms him down, doesn't make him feel embarrassed or angry, but rather, he laughs. And he doesn't laugh coldly, but, a genuine laugh, the kind you can't fake. Showing me that he does feel. That he can be happy. "I've never heard a joke as good as this one, wife. You should be a humorist," Helmut says wiping away a tear that escaped his eyes from laughing so hard. "What joke are you talking about?"

“Alive like sound. Alive like noise that helps us but disturbs the rebellious neighbor. Ha! ha! ha! I still can speak of jokes there is still joy in me. What a coincidence I am alive and so is Honey. We both are fighting. As a schizophrenic, I am fighting suicide and she is fighting pure death. Why did I say pure but? Can death be pure, no never again will I speak this again, never again Amen. So be it.” “Magic happens through pearls, who says? I have seen magic unheard that toys play smart. I think it’s the human thought that resemblance of joy is pain. I have seen eternal gain. What a joy is life! Why refrain, why refrain from simplicity in life? Why does truth drive the man insane and lie

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

as in may S-A-K-I-T I don't feel like fighting, I mean fighting that is tweaked and juggled-- this is a beating heheh, what are you guys thinking about? "What makes you think I'm stupid!?" How did you know? yes, you're really stupid hubby but even so, I didn't regret marrying you because you look like my luck-- Let's not talk about his brain because it's empty, promise I opened it the other day and I was surprised because I didn't see any brain inside his head. Joke, that's just a dream, what are you doing? If I did that, hubby would be dead by now. I don't want him to die yet because I know he's going to die and I'm going to die, it's just a joke again, of course he's going to die, he's not

Every response of his made me laugh a little, and for the first time today, I felt lighter. “You know, I’m starting to think you should take a class on humor,” I teased after he made another joke about how his students would riot if he ever gave them a pop quiz. He smirked. “I’d have to take a class first before I can teach one.” We grabbed our food when it was ready and sat down at one of the tables, still talking. It was easy conversation, nothing too deep—just a momentary escape from everything weighing me down. But as the lunch break neared its end, a thought crossed my mind.