Novel & Cerita Funny Jokes Short Stories

“He’s so refreshing!” Auntie asked Finn to sing for them. He stood up, cleared his throat, and belted a terrible edition and version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” soo off-key and, dramatic, his arms spread wide like he was on Broadway. Halfway through, he forgot the words and started making them up: “Wise men say… only fools rush in… but I can’t help… falling in love with your daughter… and her excellent taste in lasagna…” The table erupted in laughter, even Dad cracked a smile.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

Over the years, Lisa had become so dependent on Dad that she was incapable of working to feed herself. Meanwhile, Jennifer needed tens of thousands of dollars to pay for her hospital bill. Left with no choice, Lisa had gone to beg her old flames for money. She'd ruined many marriages in her youth with her beauty. Now that she'd hit rock bottom, she was mocked and insulted before being able to ask for help. Ultimately, she was almost taken away by human traffickers after failing to get money from her old flames.

"No problem. I can go for a month without eating or changing or doing anything other than killing zombies and helping the team." He patted his chest. "I won't hold anyone back." Well, he planned to only hold Vesper back and not "anyone" anyway. Uea kept his rich thoughts hidden. Vesper was quiet. He continued staring at Uea for a while longer before he turned around to leave. "You'll stink." "And I'll stink you to death." Uea's reply came faster than he planned. Vesper stopped. Uea's heart stopped. His lips moved, revealing a very large grin. "Ah. I was only joking with Vesper. Was that funny? Hahaha. I know. Everyone says I'm funny."

Lily's carefree spirit was contagious, bringing a newfound brightness to my room. As Lily and I settled into our conversation, we delved into the world of jokes and stories about Jude and Jade. Lily, with her infectious enthusiasm, shared amusing anecdotes that painted vivid pictures of her older siblings. "So, Katie," Lily began with a mischievous grin, "did you know that Jade once tried to teach Jude to dance? It was like watching a giraffe attempting ballet!" I burst into laughter, picturing the scene in my mind. Lily continued to spin tales, weaving humorous narratives about family dinners, inside jokes, and the playful rivalry between Jude and Jade.

I reply putting on a fake sad expression. "Well, if you think of any other funny stories, you'll have to share them with me," Iskander says smiling. "You're a really good storyteller." "Thanks," I say, feeling a warm glow of happiness. "It's nice to laugh and have fun. I haven't had that in a while." "That's why I'm here," Iskander says, giving me a big smile. "To make sure you have a good time." I smile back at him, feeling grateful for his friendship. "Thanks, Iskander. That means a lot to me."

"What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it? Nothing, it just let out a little wine." "Please stop," Ashlyn laughed, covering her face with her hands. "Your jokes are getting worse." "My jokes are berry good, thank you very much." He grinned, clearly proud of himself. "Get it? Berry?" "I'm filing for divorce." "No, you're not. You love my dad jokes." "I tolerate them at best." Richard leaned forward, still holding the strawberry. "What do you call a fake noodle?" "Don't—" "An impasta!" Despite herself, Ashlyn burst out laughing. "That's it. I'm leaving."

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

He looked confusedly at me “Wait…no way you think you think you’re a god, “ I said to be sure he wasn’t serious And if he was then this man might need some professional help with his ego “I’m kidding “ he laughed while I just started at him blankly “Oh come on. You have to admit that was good “ he nudged me “ you’ve only told a good joke once , hopefully that could increase “ I rolled my eyes “That’s a lie. I’m a naturally funny person, I’m good at telling jokes “ he argued “Yeah, bad jokes “ I sassed and he laughed “See that’s how to be funny. Not by telling weird, scary or just totally off….” I rambled “ yeah, blah blah blah. Just shut the fuck up and kiss me “ he cut me off, tightening hi

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”