It's Called Dark Humor Novels & Stories

Jon admits. “You know what? I don’t either.” I open my eyes, looking around the dark room. I can’t see Jon, and even if I roll over and look him in the eyes, his expression will be hard to read. It doesn’t make sense, but there’s something safe about the dark. It hides the truth, and sometimes the truth hurts. “I say things like that with sarcasm and dark humor, but it’s not really funny, is it?” “Sometimes you laugh so you don’t cry.”

People love big tips, “Oh, sh—thank you so much, man.” “No, thank you all for this hard work. The notes are just jokes, by the way,” I say with an easygoing smile, just in case they feel some type of way about the notes, “Nothing funky going on, just a guy who thinks he’s funny. My sister is going to have a laugh though, she’s damn weird too.” “Yeah, the guy who called said the girl was going to laugh about it, they have some dark humor, apparently,” he says, but shrugs with the same smile he put on as soon as he saw the money, “I get it. And again, thanks for this.”

Hey Nate, Did you do a weird thing? Let's see. You read comments on an online support group, saw one that caught your interest, couldn't suppress the urge to talk to the girl that wrote said comment, sent her the oddest email she's ever read, and then decided to forget that he ever sent the email in the first place. Is that weird? I'll leave you to answer that for yourself. And yes, I do have a sense of humor. Usually the dark kind, but it's still humor nonetheless, isn't it? But nowadays, very few things make me laugh. So,I don't know what to make of it. Does that still count as having a good sense of humor?

Even with the dim lighting I could see the shape of his face take on a more humanized shape, but his eyes still glowed blood-red, I was almost sure I could see the sadistic smile take over his face before he hid in the shadows formed by the trees, a smile that seemed somewhat familiar. — Why do you seem strangely excited?

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

Why call me nerd every damn time ? I hated that word !! “None of your damn business, dumb fvck,” I replied, the anger coming from somewhere else. He smelt like oh gawd, did he sleep with the entire female university population here ? “Wow, you called me dumb. That is the joke of the century,” Lex laughed out loud while slapping his knee dramatically. Drama Queen, ughh !

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

“Idiot…” Narset, the orc with the eye patch looks at both Xialn and then to the druid herselt Catarina, she knows something about them and the sudden notice grabs Isoa’s attention who speaks before Togin can answer Xialn. “What is it, Narset?” The eye patch orc places her hand along one of the edges of the bed and looks over to Isoa. “They are dark elves. We studied about the Wild Lands and the Jakalorn and lorn back to their roots and all the way to the final chapters of the books before the flood. It was said that King Malakai and his army stood up for courage and refused to uproot their home from the coming threat of the old ones. Scholers that made those books told a story of how the Wil

After all, women are very sensitive about their age, especially if they are considered to be much older than they should be. Morana bit her lower lip to keep from laughing. It was the first time in a long time, she could laugh after this. Laughing at the suffering of others is not good, but laughing at the suffering of people we hate is really fun. It could be because Morana always avoided having conflicts with other people, ever since she entered the university environment that's why she always chose to be silent, but actually this is a fun thing and can reduce the burden of thoughts that have piled up in her head to occasionally repay the actions of people who try to hurt her.

“We are going to have a boring, uneventful afternoon followed by a riveting time signing papers with the bank, and then finally a hot date back in Chicago.” I look up at Lucas, smiling. “Or I’ll be damned.” “You might be damned.” “Don’t jinx us.” He laughs. “Wouldn’t agreeing with you be jinxing it?” “I guess if you’re following the same logic to why people say ‘break a leg’ instead of ‘good luck’ to performers, right?”