Novel & Cerita It's Called Dark Humor

“That stupid man is not worthy!” “You were the one making him a judge!” “It is because of you that we had to!” “I think brothers and sisters we both agree on cutting that unworthy head!” “How dare you?!” “How dare you dare him?!!” I looked at Mr Darking and I saw him smirking, mocking the scene. “This bunch of fools,” he said “Do you know why on earth they are quarreling?” “Obviously I don’t. But I have the feeling it is quite a stupid reason.”

With nothing in mind, he laughed shamelessly! "Hahahaha! Fucking idiots, you two! Hahaha!" "You two are Idiots? How come you have to wear that! That is the wearing clothes of female animals! Hahaha!" "I don't know my friend is this Idiot Haha! Haha!" Dick mocked this out loudly while laughing. Of course he knew to the core about Darkness having him wear that clothes! "....." The "two idiots" which Dick called is boiling from anger. "Oh, oh!" Dick exclaimed.

Out of reflex, I scoffed backward, amazed but not one single bit afraid as a gasp left my lips. Dimitri stood, his ridiculous laugh echoing around the empty room as he circled himself with his arms stretched wide. Completely in awe of the scene. He looked insane. Just as quick as it happened. It stopped. "Is that normal?" I murmured, eyeing the surrounding candles. Dimitri continued with his laughter that reminded of the 'IT' movie and the ridiculously fearful laugh of the clown. I grimaced and actually started thinking about jumping out of the window to escape his ugly laughers.

The thought of it made me chuckle darkly. t:

A few people chuckled. "Oh, I agree," Rachel nodded. "He is very, very, very crazy. No one who knows him for more than a day can truthfully deny that. He's mad, cracked, insane - and he laughs at death. He laughs at life. He mocks condescension and helps alleviate ignorance through comedy.

And you’d think silence would be a relief after what I just heard, but no, it was worse, because silence means something is waiting, silence means someone is watching, silence means something is about to crawl out of the dark and eat me alive. And then I heard it. A laugh. Not a normal laugh, oh no, not the kind where someone giggles because they tripped over a chair or because a joke was bad. No, this was a low, stretched-out, curling-at-the-edges laugh that sounded like nails dragging down a coffin. It wasn’t funny, it wasn’t warm, it was sick, it was wrong, and the worst part was that it was aimed at me. At me. “Oh my sweet little kitten.”

, He asked with his head lowered to the ground, still trying to adjust his eyes to the bright light in the room. "It's called the dark room!!", Richard replied coldly with his hands behind his back, starting down on him with a frown on his face. "The dark room?", He asked. He wondered what kind of room would be so illuminated but still called the dark room. "Quite bright in here..", he said but his head was till lowered to the ground. "It's not called the dark room because it's supposed to be dark....", Richard said as he leaned closer to his face and continued his statement, "it's called the dark room because of the terror and the pain in the room. Your screams and tears make it the dark ro

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

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

He laughed. "Why would I stop calling you Kitty Rose? It's pretty, isn't?" Dark Louiz teased me. "No! It's disgusting!" I snarled. "No, it's not. It's pretty." "If you're calling me Kitty Rose, don't worry because you will have your own name too. I'll call you Dark Monster. It suits with your name, right? Remember, you're not the only one who can make names just for fun. Are you happy now, Dark Monster?" I said, giving him a new name. He mumbled. I think he cursed me, but I don't really care.