Reading Humor Novels & Stories

continued Albern. Harnum smiled at Albern's words. “Ahahaha….” Harnum chuckled. Albern looked at his wife who was laughing. “Hey, Mrs. AB, why are you laughing, hmmm?” Albert protested. "Haha... I just find it funny hearing what you say, handsome Mr. AB." Harnum joked while continuing to laugh out loud. "Hhh... don't tell me that you think I'm like a clown, so you think I'm funny."

Except for Arthur, the entire audience laughed out loud when the man said this, even including me. 'Is this a romantic comedy or what?' Arthur questioned himself because he didn't enjoy the film's weird humor.

I could literally die if I fuck up more than I’ve been doing…but, I can’t tell him that. “I’m here, okay? No matter what, you have me.” He looks me right in the eye, assuring me tenderly with a smile this time. “But damn, you really do look like shit right now, and when was the last time you used deodorant?” His unconventional joke in my time of sadness makes me break into laughter. It wasn’t funny but it was whatever it was and it makes me laugh. I just needed to laugh. It rolls out of me effortlessly, like everything was with Adam. While I choke on my saliva, he watches me, amused for the duration of my chuckling.

At least not him me; "Doesn't mean you should be scared, there's no scarecrow here or do you see any?" I laughed as he pointed his hands around the room in a bid to make his joke sound funnier. "Your jokes," I told him. "They've changed a lot." "I'll take that as a compliment," he said with a small smile."A compliment saying that I am funnier." "Well, yeah. That's it and I'm not going to deny it." We both burst into a round of laughter cause it felt good hearing jokes and reacting to it in the same way. I felt a bit relieved and it showed from the way I became relaxed all of a sudden.

I sighed, putting my hand over his. “You know I'm not the most talkative, babe. I need my talkative girl. We'll die of boredom if you let me lead the conversation. I smiled a little, remembering that it was these comments that made Chelsea laugh. Her sense of humor was special and I liked her. When I heard other people make jokes with cruel connotations they seemed to me in bad taste, but coming from her, they became funny.

"Ohh.. yea.. Hassie, I have to give her a call. She has missed out on some things" "Babe, what's up". I hopped into her car as she drove towards her house. "I will tell you more. Let's get something on our way. I would love to eat something". She shook her head "you look chubby now. I bet in a week's time, you will be so fat". She said laughing while I glared at her. "Why aren't you laughing? Isn't it funny?" "It is not. You make dry jokes". "Nope, I disagree. It is not funny to you because the joke is directed to you. And you lack a bit of a sense of humor".

I laughed out loud at my sarcasm; I had that problem, I was one of those people that thought they were too funny and no one could top their humor. “What’s with you? Firstly you started crying out of the blue, and now you’re laughing on your own,” Yu Ri was amused. “Nothing, I was laughing at what you said,” I smiled. Lies! I was laughing at what I said!

he sounded so level headed, so calm and collected- it turned me on for some reason. I thought I’d be offended. But all I could do was laugh, this drink is working. He looked at me with amusement, he probably thinks I’m crazy. “Well I guess we’re both fools for falling in love. Cheers to that” with that, I down the remainder of my drink. He chuckles, damn he sounds so good. “You’re funny, but I’d like to believe it’s only because your drunk right now” I gasped “I’m very offended! I’m the funniest woman you’d ever meet. My sense of humor is unmatched, sober or drunk; but recently, I just laugh at myself. It’s pitiful, almost comical you know?”

"How many times do I have to tell you, they're your parents? Why won't you even see if it's true?" "Because you're a compulsive liar. Why should I trust you? For all I know, this is another scheme of yours, so you can scam my money out of me!" I tossed the notice of critical illness in her face. "Then, look at this closely. Tell me, what's the name that's written on it?" She didn't even look. The woman stepped on it and slapped me. "What an actor. You came in with props. If you have that much time, learn from Zack. If you please me, I'll give you any money you want. You made the wrong move."

Almost. Just that I do not laugh. Humor is not something I recognize even if it smacks me right in the face. I learnt early that I do not have a good sense of humor, as while I don’t have time for jokes, I used to laugh at the oddest hours, mostly when there is something as a serious as death on the line. That was weird. I know, and didn’t need anyone to tell me. So I stopped laughing all together. “It’s a ten minutes’ walk.”