Headache Humor Novels & Stories

He walked up to the counter with his head down as he rubbed his temples, "Hi, do you have anything for terrible headaches? I tried some over the counter medicines, but they did no good." "I think it's because of other people's bad decisions that I am easily getting stressed out." He closed his eyes shut, continuing to rub the same area. I laughed, "Oh yes of course! Do you mind waiting for a couple of minutes, let me go find the medicine real quick." "Don't worry take your time." The man had a calm soothing voice, contrasting to how the weather was outside.

Initially, he had been very annoyed and had a splitting headache. But for some reason, his mood suddenly improved as he watched Heather busy in the kitchen, and even his headache eased a lot.

I smiled, a small but genuine smile. "I don't believe much, but I have a cream for every part of my body," I joked, holding up the bottle. "Gifts from your brother." I shrugged as Phoebe sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. She kept watching me, her eyes attentive and curious. "I like them because they help me think." "I understand," she said softly, tilting her head to the side. "Has your headache stopped?" I nodded at her, though the truth was my head had started throbbing even more after all the day's events.

Hugo grabbed both sides of my face, forcing me to stare at him. “Look, if this pain comes on suddenly, I can assure you that this is not just a normal headache,” Hugo explained. I brushed his hand off my face in a pathetic motion. Moving my head quickly would only make the pain worse. “How can you be so sure?” I growled, holding back the throbbing that came insistently in my head and ears. “"Because I've experienced that before!” Hugo answered a little loudly. When he spoke again, his voice was low. “This happened because your brain subconsciously blocked R—Father.”

- LORELEI - I have a terrible headache. My head is my worst enemy, pounding violently like a hammer hitting a stubborn nail. Every second I breathe, I feel myself get sicker and sicker and I’m beginning to worry that it may not just be because I’m hungry. I think I’m sick but I won’t be shocked why.

I listened to their conversations mentioning his name, even though he wasn't there? I was finishing work today when suddenly my head hurt a lot. This headache of mine often appears at unexpected times, and now I suddenly feel the pain again. I closed my eyes, trying to breathe regularly. This didn't make my headache go away, but at least it could reduce the pain a little by me being calm.

" If you eat too much food, you're going to get so fat and you're stomach is gonna be like a balloon," I chuckled at my silly joke which no one was obviously buying. Max furrowed his brows probably having a thought about what I said but after seconds of thinking, he looked back at me and shrugged his shoulders. " Pass me your plate please," I scoffed before pushing my tray of plate towards him which he didn't hesitate to grab. " You should at least have something, I don't want you starving yourself," A sudden strong wave of headache pounded on my head, nearly knocking me off. I painfully whimpered, bringing my hand to the side of my head and feeling my temperature suddenly rising.

I stood up and copied the way he walks putting my hands in my imaginary pant pockets. "CaLl mE Mr. HaRDiNg! Because if you call me by my first name I will lose it and throw tantrums like a fucking three-year-old!" "I am the worst! I am a human version of period cramps" I was enjoying this. I went on a few more minutes, roasting him alone. "I'm the proof that God has a sense of humor!" "I think I was dropped on my head when I was a baby... No, no, I didn't just drop. I was thrown in the air, smacked by the ceiling fan, and tossed out of the window! That is why I have half a brain"

However, before the man could finish speaking, his expression drastically changed. Clutching his head in both hands, he cried out in horror, “Wh-what’s happening? My head… why does it suddenly hurt so much… aaaaahhhhhh—!” The crowd quickly scattered, staring at him with fear. Just moments ago, he had been ridiculing Raina with a mocking tone, calling her a fraud. But now, infected and suffering from splitting headaches, perhaps out of desperation—or some deeper reason—he pinned his last shred of hope on her.

Looking around him for some time, he traced the clues in his environment to the left to find their hut which left his mouth in an O", wide enough to swallow Hulk's head. He tried remembering what happened last time, only to experiencea splitting headache. "Arghhl He lazily trudged on to their hut and while on his way falling and rising like in the passion of Christ, the memory came to him-