Quirky Humour Novels & Stories

she replied, still trying to process the unexpected humor. Fabian nodded, his face remaining impassive. "Yes, I have a peculiar sense of humor. I find it amusing to deliver jokes with a deadpan expression. It keeps things interesting, wouldn't you agree?" Stellina couldn't help but laugh, relieved that her impression of Fabian's comment was misconstrued. "Indeed, Fabian. Your deadpan humor definitely caught me off guard. I appreciate the levity in this serious situation."

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.

Seems the more broody the guy, the crazier the girl has to be. “She must laugh at my jokes,” Ilkay gives his opinion. “Smart … but humble. She’s gotta be soft. A little mentally unstable but nurturing.” Not him, too. I have to get in here. “Look, she can be crazy. A little crazy is hot.” And all women are a little crazy. “But not slash-your-tires crazy,” I say, trying to make a point. I don’t want to date a serial killer. “More like accidentally-flashes-your-friends-and-says-oops crazy.”

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?

“Don't try to remember that night, we can start all over again. Like just now, haven't you always been gentle with me?" “Feeling the soft warmth in Quinn's body… ha… just thinking about it…” Harvey laughed happily, his expression was extremely perverted and distorted, the Harvey right now was completely not the Harvey she knew, he was a crazy person, mentally beyond cure. He continued to utter his lewd words:

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

“You haven't answered my question. Do you prefer it slow or fast?” There was a moment of silence, including him. His once heavy panting paused for a moment. Not surprising, Zeke erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together as if he were enjoying a comedy show. I began to see that this guy was genuinely unhinged; there was definitely something off in his mind. “What’s amusing?” I snapped; he turned to me, shaking his head slowly. “Sometimes, man, some words sound corny; you shouldn’t use them in situations like this.” I now realize what he meant, but I wasn’t ashamed. I just don’t care as long as he understands the concept.

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

“For once, you might be right.” Cassar’s eyes were wide as he started barking out orders to his pack. Cass scooped me into his arms as he started running through he territory. “Well, I’m getting a sense of déjà vu.” I grimaced. Cassar growled. “This isn’t the time for jokes.” “Actually, my coping mechanism is through humour.” I chuckled with a wheeze. “Humour and murder.” Cassar glared as he ran faster. “Oh you’re just mad because if I die, you die.”

His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."