Humorous Funny Novels & Stories

I was human. And the thing about humans? When they’re pushed to their limits— They snap. “Isla, what’s so funny? Are you okay? Why are you laughing?” my stepmother asked, her brows furrowing in confusion. I slowly stopped laughing, turning to her with a casual wave of my hand. “Oh God, sorry, but I just couldn’t help it. The joke coming out of your mouths was hilarious.” Her frown deepened. “What do you mean, a joke, Isla? This isn’t funny. We’re being serious. Why are you acting this way?”

How humiliating. Marcello laughed. He laughed at me.

He said this to me while stuttering and sweating profusely on his palm. I paused for a moment before smiling because I suddenly remembered an old joke. "What makes fowl so amusing?" Arthur arched his brow and couldn't come up with an answer. I cleared my throat and imitated how fowls make noise. "Becauseeeeee!!" I declared, making both of us laugh out loud.

I questioned, finally regaining myself and coming out of whatever trance I was in initially. They both glanced at each other and then busted into laughter. Ok, what the hell is funny? "The fact that you're dumb is what is actually funny," Arla mocked. "I am not dumb," I retorted. "Accept it, you are," Arla argued, refusing to back down. "You know what it's pointless arguing with you." With that I blocked her, temporarily stopping her from speaking to me. I wonder why she had to be annoying sometimes.

Jeff jokes around and laughs his ass out. “Shut up,” “Shut up!” Both Seid and I yell at his not-so-funny joke.

His tone changed to disbelief, questioning her statement. He unconsciously pouted. "I couldn't be happy to meet her?" It was like a grunt. And he responded with laughter. Anna could hear it clearly through her phone. "You're laughing again," she pointed out, the annoyance showing not only on her lips but all over her face. "Really, what made you do that? Am I really that funny to you?" Laughter was still heard. But slowly, it reduced. "No offense, Ann. That's me. I find you funny, and that's a good thing. I mean, laughter is better than anger or crying, right?"

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

I confessed truthfully as I struggled a little to find the right words. Harvey stared at me before his brows drew into a frown while I waited impatiently for his response. Instead of instantly replying to me, Harvey’s expression quickly changed, and he began laughing as if he had heard something quite crazy. I made a weird face at his unexpected reaction. I was trying to be serious about everything, but it seemed like Harvey found something about that very entertaining. “I don’t see what’s so funny…” I muttered. “Of course, it’s funny. Who do you think you are?” Harvey asked as he tried desperately to control his laughter.

Which is about the only thing we agree on. If Chris notices this dynamic, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he joins in as the leap from topic to topic which includes the latest page three model, women in gyms, dating and top gear. For almost two hours I persevere, struggling to detect a single witty remark among this poor excuse for schoolboy humour. Yet the last thing I want is to be dismissed as having no sense of humour. I redundantly stand with a smile on my face. You’d think this would be easy, but it’s not. Unlike Chris, who has tears rolling down his face, I find his friends about as hilarious as having a root canal done without any pain relief. “Jesus, they’re so funny,” laughs Chris. He