Headache Humor Novels & Stories

she muttered under her breath. “True… but I don’t know why. I just can’t help myself.” His sigh was low and rough, weighted with fatigue. “No need to wait till tomorrow. I already feel awful…” Her nerves tightened at once. “Do you need to throw up?” “No, not that. Just a headache…” A headache? Laura looked at him, her gaze landing on the tight furrow of his brows, his expression pitiful. “My head’s killing me. Massage it for me… I remember once before, when I’d drunk too much, you did that and it really helped.”

“You could say that.” The pressure increased slightly amd my muscles practically melted. For several moments neither of us spoke then I sighed. “I have a headache.” “Stress-related?” “Probably.” The masseuse hummed thoughtfully. “Work?” “No.” “Family?” “No.” Another pause then.. “A man?” I laughed despite not wanting to. “Is it that obvious?” “Most headaches are.” The answer surprised another laugh out of me. “You’re very confident.” “I’ve met a lot of people.”

He suddenly said and I raised my eyebrows. “And now?” I asked him to which he smiled. “They definitely do cause the headaches and even migraines.” He replied and I gave him a disbelief look. “At least you don’t have to suffer being tied to a person like you.” I said shrugging and he smiled. “Anyhow, I feel like I kind of got used to these headaches and don’t want them to stop.” He said with a serious expression. “I don’t understand!” I mumbled frowning. “Will it be too bad to give this unexpected event a true chance?” he asked and I froze right that moment.

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.

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA that won't buy my dear friend, the headline has a face and that face has a name, don't you think you'll be attracting more issues with that plan of yours?" I did not expect this woman to have a brain. I sigh, she has a point, my idea will not also give us much of a help, it can be another cause of trouble. I facepalm, now I don't know what to do. "but the question here, who played that trick? Making you on the headline...

says Helmut excitedly as he hugs me and inhales my scent as if it were the most pleasant scent in the world. Helmut spins me in the air and I struggle not to fall as he sets me down. The discomfort in my head grows and I bring my hands to this one as I feel my brain move as if it is in a space too big for its size. "Oh....damn" I whisper in a daze and it startles the man who celebrates something I have yet to explain to him. "Are you okay!" asks Helmut with obvious concern. "No, I don't feel well. your gyrations make my headache increase, as does your screaming" I say painfully.

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.