Humour Stories Novels & Stories

Perhaps because there was something taut beneath the brightness now, something that did not feel like one of her usual fascinations. “What sort of story are we talking about?” I asked. Jenny hesitated just long enough to make the pause deliberate. “The kind people laugh at until they can’t.” I frowned. “That sounds even worse!” “It sounds fun.” “It sounds like trouble.” She grinned. “Those are often the same thing.”

The youngest of the children came and spoke intelligibly, " Uhummmmmmm, mommy, hurum?" Clara laughed as she finished her joke, and even then Otávio didn't laugh. " Did you get the joke?” " Yes. The youngest had a brick fall on his head at birth, right?” " Yes, " Clara still laughed. " And this is a joke? The baby had serious problems, and by the looks of it, sequels.”

Hugging her, he coaxed, "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. I'll tell you a real joke. One day, an elephant stepped on an ant hill. "The ants were furious and swarmed out of their home, planning to kill the elephant. They crawled toward the elephant's leg, but the elephant shook its leg, and the ants all fell to the ground. "Only one ant successfully climbed up to the elephant's neck. The other ants cheered. They shouted at the ant, 'Great work! You're the best! Strangle it! Strangle it! Strangle it!' "Encouraged by their high spirits, the ant thought that it could strangle the elephant for real. But after searching around the elephant's neck, it turned back to look at its tiny friends on the g

What started off as a fairly subdued group quickly opened up as each of them told funny stories about themselves, knowing that Mark, Myra and Maddy didn't really know any of them. Mark told them of how he'd been so hungover in a lecture at college once that he'd fallen asleep and when he woke up it took him three hours to discover he had drawings on his face. Maddy told them of a photoshoot she'd done where she fainted in front of a client but still got the job, and of how she once did the infamous 'skirt-tucked-into-her-underwear' thing and no-one told her.

They all laughed at my silly jokes which lessen my nervousness. “That’s fine young lady, and just by looking at your face and curvy body, we know and we could tell already that you’re going to hit big, which is you’re already big” Again the room filled with laughter. An elegant and formal meeting turns to be a talk show where they all asked me questions about my experience and the works I had done in Europe and in the Americas. I can see Hadrian smiling widely on his cheer as the guest were entertained by my silly jokes and some boring stories.

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

I smiled, intrigued by her enthusiasm, and leaned back in my chair, silently encouraging her to continue. Sophia launched into a series of stories, each one more silly and entertaining than the last. She told me about the time she had accidentally spilled coffee all over her shirt and had to walk out of the shop with a giant stain on her chest. She told me about the time she had tried to order a complicated coffee drink and had ended up with a concoction that was completely undrinkable. And she told me about the time she had met a friend at the coffee shop and had ended up getting into a heated argument with him over something ridiculous. As she talked, I found myself becoming more and more

“I once tripped walking into a conference hall. In front of investors. Once though.” He laughed, the sound warm and genuine. “And did you recover?” “I pretended it was intentional.” “Of course you did.” Their laughter came easier than she expected. Effortless. Not forced. Not strategic. She told him about a disastrous attempt at cooking local food during one of her business trips. He countered with a story about mistaking a spicy pepper for something mild and paying for it dramatically. “You cried?” she teased. “Briefly,” he said with mock dignity. “But only internally.”

“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.”