Its Not Funny Novels & Stories

My eyebrow rose as I glared at him. “Sorry. You have to admit, though, it was funny.” I shook my head. “No, it wasn’t.” He huffed. “No sense of humor. Got it.”

My best friend, Jolyn Jones, called me while I was at work. "Help! S-Someone's about to v-violate me! Petra, please help me!" Panic shot through me. I immediately dropped a crucial project and called the police. Then, with an officer close beside me, I raced to the address Jolyn had sent, nearly tripping over my own feet along the way. Suddenly, two loud pops erupted behind us, and confetti rained down. Jolyn jumped out from around the corner with my boyfriend, Will Curry. "Surprise! That's the hundredth time we've managed to prank you, P!" I stared at them in disbelief. "What the hell? You thought sexual violence was appropriate material for a prank?!" The officer looked equally furio

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?

“O, I know! a greedy, fat old man asked your hand in marriage?” "Nah!” My voice fell flat, “not even close." Though that one would be very devastating. "Um, what then? Are you still thinking about your dead friend?" "Uh-huh." And then he was laughing no more. Not even smiling. His face fell flat, like 'oh, shit!' written all over his face. Oh boy, it was funny. I would laugh if I weren't so--, I don’t know. I just wasn’t in the mood to laugh.

she scorned at me and wanted to walked out but I stop her halfway. " where do you think you are going " stopped her. " going outside to get some from air before I lose my sanity at you " she yelled at me. " HEY!! don't yell at me, am not the cause of you misfortune " I cautioned her. She looked at me and immediately she burst into uncontrollable laughter which got me surprised. " w-what so funny. Do you find it sarcastic, Why the laughter? " I asked confusing. when I questioned her she continued laughing and shaking her head like someone who has gone nut.

Bestie said agitated, well forgive us for not taking it ' seriously '. K and I lock eyes and laugh, oh no I am not going to do that. It's insane and absolutely...insane! "I'm not going to do that bestie, sorry." I carried on playing with his hair, it is so soft and clean. "But you have to, the look on her face will be priceless!" He laughed and K joined in laughing along. "Guys I don't find it funny, what you want me to do, it ain't funny at all." I said looking at them both.

> "It's a little funny. Now pay attention. This is complicated and I don't have energy to repeat it." _*]:min-w-0">

"I swear, you were turning red. Like literally red!" I take one small step forward—just enough to make his arm drop off my shoulder—and I move away from both of them. It’s not much, but it’s my way of telling them: This isn’t funny. Not one bit. Liam follows me, still smiling. "Come on babe, it was just a joke." "A joke?" I snap, my voice rising. "Do I look like a clown to the both of you?"

he tried to explain “I got it “ I cut him short “Are you saying that I am not funny?” He crossed his arms “No…you are “ I lied. I mean, wasn’t that joke weird? It didn’t even make any sense. He didn’t just know how to say funny things. “You didn’t laugh” he noted “I do not like laughing, remember?” I smiled awkwardly using the same lines from the last time he made an awful joke. I noticed that he just kept staring at me.

“Why were you laughing?” “BECAUSE HE MADE A BAD PUN ABOUT EXCEL.” “What pun?” “It doesn’t matter!” “Tell me.” “OH MY GOD—” He steps closer. Jealous. Possessive. Annoyingly gorgeous. And then he says it: “I don’t want other men making you laugh.” My breath stops. Instantly. Because he says it so quietly. So seriously. So unfiltered. “I—um—well—laughing is good for my mental health?”