Novel & Cerita Humour

My stomach churned, and my heart pounded so loudly that I thought it might burst out of my chest. “Good job, human,” Zara’s voice cut through the silence. “Humans are so pathetic. She can’t even get through dinner without embarrassing herself.” Her words were like a slap, and I could feel my eyes welling up with tears. I opened my mouth to respond, but my voice betrayed me, shaking as I mumbled a half-hearted apology. “I’m… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—” But my words didn’t seem to matter. The laughter started almost immediately, light and mocking. They all found it funny—I was the joke.

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

Puns, witty one-liners, and humorous anecdotes filled the air, each punchline punctuated by Selena's laughter. In those moments, the power of humor became a beacon, guiding us through the emotional labyrinth. Selena's laughter, once mingled with tears, now became a melody of resilience—a testament to our ability to find joy even in the face of heartache. As the evening unfolded, I realized that sometimes, the best way to heal is not only through comforting meals but also through the shared magic of laughter and companionship. The Canadian adventure, marked by twists and turns, continued to unveil the strength of our connection—one meal, one joke, and one shared moment at a time.

He looks familiar but my mind is extremely foggy right now so I can't recall if we've ever met. "Where am I?" I croak out Wincing at the sound of my voice he pushes his hand through the bars separating our cells and hands me a bottle of water then answers my question with one word "Hell" surprise at his answer causes me to choke on the water uncontrollably bringing it back up from my throat. "What? I'm dead!?" I say in disbelief He looks at me with shock on his face before his shock morphs into laughter, which confused me even more. Sensing my seriousness he eventually calms down and says to me

When discussing potential new marketing strategies, he quipped, “Maybe we should hire a comedian to be our spokesperson. At least then, even if people don’t believe us, they’ll be entertained.” The room erupted in laughter again, and while the suggestion was light-hearted, it sparked a serious discussion about how they could use humor and a positive image to rebuild their brand. Ideas flowed more freely, and what had seemed like insurmountable problems began to look more like challenges that could be tackled with the right approach.

“For once, you might be right.” Cassar’s eyes were wide as he started barking out orders to his pack. Cass scooped me into his arms as he started running through he territory. “Well, I’m getting a sense of déjà vu.” I grimaced. Cassar growled. “This isn’t the time for jokes.” “Actually, my coping mechanism is through humour.” I chuckled with a wheeze. “Humour and murder.” Cassar glared as he ran faster. “Oh you’re just mad because if I die, you die.”

I gave him my number last week at the dance studio and despite not wanting to and regretting my decision at that time and now, I gave him my number. I honestly think it's because he's funny and I got to experience a little bit of his humour. Have you ever watched the Dr. Underpants movie? In that movie, the evil scientist wanted to erase the side of the brain where humour exist in kids because he was annoyed by their laughter or something. Well I feel like i am the other kid who didn't have humour and always asked what was funny. I never really get most of the jokes everyone say and I always wonde

"Where do you think you're going? You want money, don't you? I mean, you'd do anything for cash. Why are you acting like you're a saint now?" My cheeks were burning, and my blood was screaming. It did not want to suffer this humiliation. "Let me go! Why are you even bringing up the past? It's already bad enough you don't want to save your parents!" Every single word was a hiss. Every single word was filled with my fury and helplessness. "You're hopeless! How dare you curse my parents!" She drove her heel in harder, and it left a mark on my face. My face was getting crushed, and breathing itself took effort. Zack was excited, though. He swung a foot right into my belly. I gasped in pain and c

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?"

She laughed a humourless laugh. —