Reading Humor Novels & Stories

"Rude! I’m a model citizen. I only commit crimes against humor. Not that I’d ever need to rob a bank!" "Crimes against humor," I chuckled. "That’s one way to put it. Your dad jokes are a whole different category." "Hey!" he said, pretending to be offended. "My dad jokes are basically an art form." He pointed at me like a teacher about to drop knowledge. "Why did the scarecrow get promoted?" I shot him a wary look. "Frank—" "Because he was outstanding in his field," he declared, laughter bubbling up as he reveled in his own joke.

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.

They talked for another hour about other things, easier things, the conversation finding its way back to lighter ground with the naturalness of water finding its level, and Jayda found herself laughing genuinely twice, which she noted with the quiet surprise of someone who had not expected to laugh tonight and was glad to have been wrong about that. He was funny in the dry understated way of someone who didn't perform humor but simply had it, who said things that were true in angles that made them suddenly absurd, and she found that harder to hold at arm's length than she had anticipated because genuine humor required genuine intelligence and she had always responded to intelligence in spite

He says confidently. I lift a brow, but don’t say anything. “Say it…” he says. God how are all of them so unserious in the most serious moments? I don’t even know why I’m blaming them. We all are. Each and everyone of has been through it all, humor is the only thing that got us through the toughest shit. We don’t know how to deal with shit without it. “Come on say it…” He carries on. I look at my friends, they were all there for me at my worst. They dropped their entire lives to be here for both Julliet and I, they have always been a phone call away.

“You’ve attended royal parties as you mentioned and that makes you a better caliber than most of those socialites attending that annual event. Half of them can’t even waltz. But you, definitely know how to.” “And how did you know that?” she was beginning to be amused with his reasoning. “I guessed,” he stated matter-of-factly. Aurora laughed. It was a marvelous sound, he decided her amusement evident in her eyes. He was somewhat surprised; he was able to make her laugh. He was not a joking sort. He knew he’s got no sense of humor. He used to be regarded as humorless when he was still in Harvard. But hearing her laugh at his remark was indeed a pleasant surprise. His next statement however, s

I smirked. “Well he is still the richest man on the planet by a mile so I will say no," he said and I laughed, placing my hand on his shoulder. “I have always told you you will make a very fine stand up comedian, Russell," I said. “I tried that once but was thrown out of the place. I don't think they quite get my jokes," he joked with a straight face and I couldn't help but laugh some more. Russell really has a great sense of humor. I guess that's why we get along so well...

Her slender white hand absentmindedly ruffled her brother’s head, as if speaking to everyone, but especially to one person. Sophia and the others, just sitting down, couldn’t hold back their laughter. That was too funny... but why wasn’t their boss laughing? He really had high standards for humor.

I smiled. He locked his lower lips. If there was one thing I've gotten to observe about my newfound friend, it was his ability to discern and understand humor. His sense of humor was top-notch, and I didn't say this because I called him a son of a bitch, and he did nothing. I hated the inner and unconscious comparison I was making between him and Peters. Peters wouldn't take your, “I need more touch, baby,” as a joke. "Mind following me home and getting to know my place of residence?"

She chuckled and then broke into delighted laughter. He grinned. “You get that I’m joking?” “Well, of course you’re joking. Vomity ones.” She laughed again. “Too funny.” “Most people don’t get my jokes. Say they’re inappropriate.” He finger-quoted inappropriate. “Are they idiots?” “Arguably.” She laughed again. “A woman who gets my jokes…” His pleased little grin turned into a broad smile. “Can I buy you a coffee sometime? Or a jet?” “A jet?” She laughed until her stomach ached and she had to bend over with her hands on both knees to catch her breath. “You’re killing me.”