Ironic Funny Novels & Stories

My eyes widened for a second, then I shook my head and brought myself to look at her with a frown. "Good point. Relationships are complicated, even when they end. Sometimes it's hard to let go I guess, huh?" "I think we know better than anyone." Liza giggled and nudged me in the ribs teasingly. I chuckled, and then we both burst into high pitched laughter. It's always so ironic how the most messed up shit is hilarious to laugh at in hindsight. What are we thinking, anyway? Staying around people who treat us like shit.

"I can see why he's obsessed you're fucking beautiful." "And hot." Tasha's muffled voice adds in as she munches her last piece of chips. "And smart, funny, stupid and she makes horrible puns too." Jackson says casually, a stupid smile on his face. "Fuck off." I say dryly, a smile tugging at the side of my lips. "He's right, Iris." Tasha nods agreeably. "And let's not forget the horrible Dad jokes too." "Really, Tash?" I sigh, which makes her burst out in laughter.

she replies with a little whine that makes her look infinitely younger than her age. “Are you kidding me?" Andrew laughs really loud. “I’m as crazy for this stuff as I am for the Chicago Bears.” Mia can’t help but join in the laughter then. It's not that she finds the joke was funny; to be honest, she thinks it's really terrible. But it's just strange that Andrew and her, greatest nemeses of all time, can actually have something in common. Hence, the laugh at irony.

I couldn't help but laugh at the irony, because the whole situation was just so crazy and funny. I picked up the phone and walked downstairs to check on Ariel.

They were indeed doing some funny stuff. **

A murderer doesn't belong here! Insults and jeers rained down on Caroline, making her feel sick and causing her legs to give way. Caroline closed her eyes in despair, reflecting, 'What a joke... Everything is so absurd and ironic!'

“Iris said I have similar traits to Terminator. “ She seemed to think about that and subconsciously nodded. I gaped at her and she laughed. “Sorry cousin! Now that you said it, I can't unsee it.” Eventually she quiets down and answers my question. “”She's somehow right in the sense that you rarely have any fun. You're not laidback. You're always tense and in your armor kind of like a robot.” I began to see some sense in what she said. “When was the last time you had fun?”

He laughs loudly, a cold, cackling laughter that reminds of metal grating on metal. “That's rich of you to say. I'm just as low a dirt bag as your father is. No difference”. My brows furrow in confusion. My mind casts back to a while ago when he had mentioned an irony too. What's he talking about? “What do you mean by that?”.

The absurdity of it all… the manipulation, the ultimatum, the sheer audacity, it was too much. My father barked, his eyes narrowing to dangerous slits, "And what's so funny, Graham? This is hardly the time for hysterics. Your life is falling apart and your mother is trying to hand you a lifeline." I wheezed, wiping a stray tear from the corner of my eye that had absolutely nothing to do with joy. My chest ached from the effort of breathing through the laughter. "What's funny? The funny thing here is that you actually think you can use my own child as a bargaining chip. That is truly, spectacularly funny. I mean, the sheer audacity, Mother. It's almost impressive."

Jоеl сhuсklеd lоudlу оbvіоuѕlу fіndіng the whоlе thіng соmрlеtеlу аnd uttеrlу hіlаrіоuѕ. “It’ѕ nоt funny, Jоеl,” I fumеd, соmрlеtеlу еmbаrrаѕѕеd by thе fасt thеу knеw whаt I ѕоundеd like in the moment. “Oh іt іѕ, Iz, come on, сrасk a ѕmіlе,” hе tеаѕеd.