Romans & histoires Humour Or Humor

Humour has been known to diffuse anger. The simple act of laughing at annoyance can greatly diminish it. These facts raced through my head as I stood dumbfounded at what Raine just said. “Maryna?” she tilts her head innocently as though confused as to why I’m quite speechless. The Omegas — from my peripheral view, lightly slapped their foreheads at the lady.

He put forth, tone defiant. Her head jerked back in disbelief. She was definitely wrong in thinking he could not handle a joke, rather, he was very witty to know how to make it bounce back with a more sophisticated dark humor. "This is a joke, right?" She quickly clarified because no one knew what could be going on in his head and considering his hatred towards her, she shouldn't be too relaxed with that joke of his.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

She's still laughing. "Hilarious is the word. It's entertaining at most."

She had never heard Delbert tell jokes before. Moreover, Delbert wasn’t known for his humor in others' eyes. Curious, she nodded. Expecting to hear some funny anecdotes from Delbert, she was instead surprised by the dark humor that came out of his mouth. Awkwardly describing them, Delbert seemed a bit embarrassed after finishing. Seeing him like this, Harriet couldn't help but smile.

Marc slid his fingers together as if trying to work out a complex puzzle. "Okay. Let's try this a different way. Boys are so damn complicated." "Fat, wicked and complicated. Is this supposed to be making me feel better?" "Why haven't you called her?" His mother picked up her cup, seeming to ignore his silly bantering. Humor was the weapon of choice for him - it always was. Anything that made him uncomfortable or feel out of place and he would reach for humor every time. He leaned over to blow at the top of his drink, the steam lifting the smell of chocolate into the air. He breathed in deeply, knowing that his mother was going to keep after him until he completely spilled.

and took a long pause, “don’t say something you don’t mean.” “Right,” I crossed my arms, “we shouldn’t hate animals,” and moved ahead creating distance between us. His head dropped dead hiding away his grin that should be embarrassment, but he’s too insensitive to feel those emotions. “Your jokes must be fun in your head, I wonder where the humor goes when they leave your mouth.” He leaned on my door. “You are on the door already, how about I kick you and throw your useless body out?” I gritted my teeth in frustration evidently.

Her broad nose and smile created an expressive face, probably harkening back to some sort of Pacific Islander heritage. "Stop encouraging them," Kelsey scolded. "They're acting a fool because you keep laughing." Felecia chuckled. She couldn't help it. Harper winked at her over the top of his mug as he drained the last of his coffee. Jamie gave Kelsey a sidelong look. "Just because you don't have a sense of humor doesn't mean everyone has to be a stick in the mud." Kelsey returned Jamie's look with her own flat stare. "I have a sense of humor, thank you very much. I just don't find your fart jokes funny."

But as the syllable left his throat, his torso began to heave, and a low, mocking rumble of masculine laughter broke from his chest. “What element of this crisis introduces humor to your spirit?” she asked, her aura flaring with deep irritation.

This time he knew it had to be humor and she narrowed her gaze. “What is wrong with you. Why do you find humor when I’m being serious!” She said and he felt it a bit more, muscles in his face that didn’t know how to work tried. “Because it’s a foolish thing to say and you know it. You can think it if you want to, but you aren’t very good at saying no.” He told her leaning forward and she turned her head, but he just inhaled her scent an odd rumbled in his chest.