Novel & Cerita Quirky Humour

Elijah had been thinking about this for the entire ride back to Brooklyn, the subway rocking through its underground turns, the November cold waiting above ground, and the word funny repeating itself in his head like a small stone dropped into water, the ripples spreading outward. He was funny in the way that some people were funny — not performatively, not the social machinery of a person who needed to be liked, but the actual version, the kind where the humour arrived from the specific observation of a specific thing and landed because it was true. Vivienne had said: he could find the funny thing in anything. Not cruelly. Just precisely. Elijah thought about what that meant — the differenc

Senator Carroll said. “Solutions?” I asked, leaning closer to Mrs. Carroll. “Have they succeeded in righting the wrongs?” She laughed softly. “Why, you know, I don’t know. I have an awful habit of tuning it out.” I smiled. “That does sound enthralling.”

because if it is, the universe officially has the worst sense of humor. I scrambled off the counter, nearly tripping in my rush, tugging my shirt down, fumbling like I’d never dressed myself before. My fingers shook, hair sticking out in ways that screamed just fucked. Meanwhile, Mr. Cocky didn’t move an inch... he just leaned back against the counter, broad shoulders relaxed, his grin absolutely shameless. The kind of grin that said he wasn’t even a little worried about being caught balls-deep inside another man’s baby mama... scratch that... another man's wife. “Seriously?” I hissed, eyes darting around the kitchen like maybe I could shove him into the pantry. “Do you ever panic like a nor

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

I lie back against the pillows, my heart still beating wildly from thinking I was going to be slashed open by that animal but after a while I can't stop myself from chuckling. 'Of course he would never actually hurt me. I had cost his boss an absolute fortune. He would not allow his merchandise to be marked by anyone but him.' I had been scared for no reason and for some reason I find that funny. 'Gallows humour?' I ask myself but then I get the giggles and it feels so good to let it all out I don't even try to stop, my laughter filling the room. I must sound like a lunatic but I don't care. My situation is so crazy, so bizarre maybe I really have lost my mind. As my laughter subsides I find

She was captivated by his ability to find humor in the simplest of things, his infectious laughter ringing in her ears like sweet music. Unbeknownst to Emily, Rogan had a mischievous streak, always ready to seize an opportunity to create a memorable moment. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he noticed a group of flowers arranged in an intriguing pattern nearby. With a sly grin, he pointed at them, pretending to decode a hidden message. "Emily, did you know that these flowers hold a secret code? Each petal represents a different punchline," Rogan exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement.

I prodded, eager for the secrets and tales that lay behind her eccentric facade. Ben chuckled, seemingly amused by my relentless curiosity. He leaned in closer, his voice lowered as if sharing a scandalous secret. "Let's just say she has a penchant for outrageous fashion choices, and her conversations tend to veer into the realm of the bizarre. You never quite know what you'll get with Maurie."

Quinn snickers and puts it in the cart. “What’s so funny?” “Come on,” she says, holding up the carrot. “What?” She hikes up an eyebrow. “Do you have to be a serious fuddy-duddy all the time now that you’re a doctor?” “Fuddy-duddy?” “Yeah, a fuddy-duddy.” “I’ve never heard an adult say that.” She rolls her eyes. “Well, you are one. You can’t say you didn’t think the same thing I did when you saw that deformed carrot.”

This side of Callahan, I found absolutely fefching. "Aww, don't be so moody, wormy. I just wanna play." "Sicko. You are a sicko and you're fucked in the head." I pursed my lips, a trace of displeasure running through me and puncturing my bubble of merriment. “And what makes me sick exactly? The fact that I find amusement in the things humans of this century do to entertain themselves? Or the fact that I like trying it out?" "Let me out of this goddamn handcuffs and I’ll tell you exactly why I think you’re sick."

He said brought his phone out. "Have you been to the moon before?" He asked and I was confuse... "how did that relate to the discussion?" I asked, "you see I am addicted to a straight answer and I am allergic to interrogation it's pretty weird that you are still studying me. So your answer? He asked smiling sheepishly. "No" I said briefly. And he clapped his hand... "gosh we have the same thing in common." He said childishly. "I sense something here is like you've gone bunkers." I said teasingly... "hey I was just just try to be funny so you could smile, I know what I am doing," He said and I tiltered...