Humour Mga Nobela at Kwento

Their breathless snickering filled my ears as they circled me and looked down at me with nothing but lust and excitement in their reddened eyes. "Aw, missy, you really gave us a run for our money, didn’t ya?" One of them said, and his comrades laughed in response. I did not know what was so funny about what he had said. I never knew what humor was. Sometimes I like to believe I am broken because even with my girlfriends, I never smiled with them, I never laughed at the jokes they told. I never found humor in this world.

“I’m going to bed. You two can keep yourselves entertained with my possessions.” Both Time and I watch silently as he leaves the room, having had enough with our antics. Maybe it’s the wine I’ve been sipping for the past hour or so, that has given Time a sense of humour I like. Or maybe I’m just thankful to have someone take my mind of this curse. Either way, he poses no threat to me yet.

I didn't trust my voice anymore I expected a smirk but he looked serious "Why?"he asked again "Curious" I said quietly after a whole minute of silence Now he smirked "What do you think..?" He asked I sighed.. "I think...it's not a good occupation" I spoke my mind He laughed.. He laughed I guess I am funny after all "What's so funny?" He looked at me with a serious note.. What's up with Ahmed today? You don't know him I looked away..hurted by that mental comment but I knew it was true

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

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.

She replied, quite caught off guard. However, Matt's laughter didn't help the situation as if it were even possible; her entire face became red. She couldn't understand what was so funny? Although, Harlow couldn't help but notice that his laugh was nothing like that when Matt laughed. The laugh was in his eyes, in the way his face changed into that vision of simple joy and unrestrained glee. Yet indeed, it wasn't in his face either. His laugh came from within; it was just the way he was wired. People like him have more flexible brains, like all that humour bubbling around in him was like yoga for the synapses. Just being around him for a few minutes was better

They both laugh humorously. * * * * *

’ Although he was doing his best, he could not quite hide the minute spasm at the corner of his mouth. Well, that was a relief. If not actually kicking, his sense of humour was at least alive and twitching. On the other hand, if he’d been behaving like what she and Kate called a BHP - for boring, humourless prat - she would begin to go off him, which might be no bad thing. A man could be rolling in dosh and dishy as you like, kind to old ladies and even a ten on the Richter Scale kisser, but without a sense of humour he was about as much use to Claudia as a 32A bra.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

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?”