Pathological Joking Novels & Stories

This was just another one of his sick games. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the panic rising in my chest. “I know you’ve always had a thing for bad jokes, Marco,” I managed, forcing a nervous laugh, hoping—praying—that this was just him messing with me. “But this… this is crossing the line. I don’t find this funny at all.”

He wasn't laughing because sociopaths laughed to cover up their sociopathic tendencies, he was laughing because he genuinely found this funny. “You've been fucking your sister's husband? And now you're getting married to him after he divorces her?” He laughed some more. “Come on, Aggie, you're too beautiful to be married to a man's second option. Hell, you're not even an option. Do you know how pathetic you sound?” Coming from Martin, that should mean nothing. But it's precisely because it's coming from him that it hit home, sending that sting right up to my chest and making me feel as though I was really and truly pathetic.

After all, taking into account their professional relationships, this text can be read as harassment in the workplace! Ok, it really won't be that drastic. It was just a joke, completely without overtones, and accidental and without ‘continuation’ so no one should blame anything. Damian, however, was somewhat disturbed by the fact that he allowed himself to utter this joke. In fact, it was even more disturbing that such a joke had even occurred to him. “If I demanded you to pay the debt of gratitude with your own body’, the hell! And he said that to a man!

I meant it when I think about these disturbing thoughts. I can't help it; these chuckles are like some kind of torture that I can't shake. They're like a cancer that I can't cure, and I'm starting to think that they're purposefully trying to drive me crazy. It's like they're enjoying making me feel this way, like they're some kind of twisted cosmic joke. But it's not funny. I want to screw them all.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

Hide damage and pain with humor. “I am starting to feel uncomfortable, will someone offer the cripple a drink first?” Athena’s face fell and the guilt in her eyes became obvious. Alex looked awkward like he wasn’t expecting me to joke about myself, people never knew what to do when the crippled mock themselves first, it ruins their intentions. There’s a reason why people can’t shame the shameless. “Oh,” he laughed dryly. “I didn’t mean….” “You did,” I interrupted. “But don’t worry, I have had enough years to process my tragic condition.”

Skeet stared at her. "Say it again." Norah went pale. Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor. "Wait—let me explain... I was just joking with a friend—" "Joking?" He stepped in. "You called my fiancée washed-up. That's a joke?" "That's not what I meant—" "You said I was dumb. Said I was asking to be played. That's a joke?" Her lips shook. Nothing came out.

she giggled at her own joke. Guila’s giggle rippled through the air, a moment of levity amidst the heavy atmosphere. Her joke, bizarre and unexpected, painted a vivid picture in my mind. I couldn’t help but smile at her words, the image she conjured absurdly amusing. It was as if, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find a glimmer of humor, a ray of light that pierced through the shadows.

Someone among the surrounded trainee repeated. "Oh, isn't it the Toadman?" The second friend of Kiko added. "Toadman?" And another person around repeated. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! An earth-shattering laugh and ridicule had been started once again. "Hey, hey, isn't he the bumpkin man?" Said some random girl. "You mean the mountain man?" Followed by someone. "Shameless man!" "Oh, right! It was him! The mentally ill man." The ridicule was like a chain message, hard to stop once started.