Reading Humor Novels & Stories

“But I don’t see anything funny in degrading a marginalized group of people for laughs.” “Then tell the class a joke that is funny,” Professor Barns demanded. I shook my head. “I can’t think of any good jokes right now.” “Take a few moments to think of your best joke, stand up, and tell it to the class,” he insisted. “You obviously think you’re an expert on what’s humorous, so let’s hear what one of you bleeding heart Beta-lovers thinks is funny.” My mind spun, and I began to shake. The smug look on Professor Barns’s face told me he wanted to embarrass me to get me to do something stupid. Perhaps to get expelled or, at the very least, cry and run away.

Because he looked crazy funny and it seemed like he had no intention of stopping from laughing so I got up from my chair and punched him on the table to stop him. "Y-you're --- HAHAHHAHA" "What's funny?" I asked him annoyed. "You're actually ---- HAHAHHAHA" "Damn you! Get out of my office, now!" I shouted at him because I was so annoyed. "HAHAHAHAHA! I'm sorry—HAHAHHA" Before I could be filled with him I dragged him out of my office. What did he think of what I said, a joke? To make him laugh so badly?

During Thanksgiving, my wife, Maya Golding, said that she had an important project to finish late at night and sent me to her parents' house to deliver the holiday gifts. As soon as I started my trip with the gifts, my phone rang. "Bro, move your car, please. My car can't leave the parking lot." 'Move the car? But I am already in the car,' I thought. I answered, "You must have called the wrong person." There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "Is the Audi in lot 695 not yours?" I tightened my grip on the phone as a bad feeling rose inside me. Maya had driven that Audi today, and she had a designated parking spot at the office. "Yes, where are you? I'll go move the

"Do you know that?" They flinched at him. "Sense of humor is an indicator of connection. Even in broken places, it's often the thread that can lead us back to mend." Amiriam's lips curled before she could catch herself. "He's still not funny." Luke gave her a pretend glare. "I'm hilarious." "Being… fine," she joked. And suddenly, a thin crack of the old warmth opened up. Midway through the session, the door creaked open.

I shrugged. He nodded thoughtfully. “Totally. Just regular work like a Starbucks barista, right?” I felt the laughter rising from my belly but didn't care to hold it in. The delicious meal I'd just had threatened to find its way back out from me laughing so hard. As much as I hated to admit it, his humor was one of the things that drew me to him. “You know what I mean,” I said, collecting myself. “It's work. It all is. I–”

I let out a sarcastic smile, “have fun inhaling carbon dioxide there.” With that, they burst out laughing. “We really need to think ways to put some humor inside your brain!” Ave exclaimed, still laughing. I pursed my lips. “I don’t need that.” “As expected from you,” Rebel chuckled. I roll my eyes heavenwards. I don’t need some humor. A bitter smile placed against my lips. I only need someone who’ll save me from this hell. “How about this?” “Your showing too much skin.” “This one?” “Too short.”

I confessed truthfully as I struggled a little to find the right words. Harvey stared at me before his brows drew into a frown while I waited impatiently for his response. Instead of instantly replying to me, Harvey’s expression quickly changed, and he began laughing as if he had heard something quite crazy. I made a weird face at his unexpected reaction. I was trying to be serious about everything, but it seemed like Harvey found something about that very entertaining. “I don’t see what’s so funny…” I muttered. “Of course, it’s funny. Who do you think you are?” Harvey asked as he tried desperately to control his laughter.

“Well, I’m sure that you won’t have a problem in this area.” I smiled confidently. Not to brag or anything, but I really am not lacking in any way in this area. “The second one is humor! In my opinion, this is even more important than the first aspect. You could look like the ugliest motherfucker in the entire world, but if you know how to crack jokes while being respectful, most girls would probably bow at your feet. Since you’ve inherited your handsome and humorous uncle’s genes, you also have a lot of hilarity running through your veins.”

He began dragging me away after aggressively grabbing my wrist. Rahul was grinning as he withdrew his extended hand. I am aware of how upset he must be, yet I cannot help him control his rage. "Harsh, you can't treat me like this. Rahul and I are close. Because of his humorous temperament, he was making fun of you. Calm down, please. He is merely my pal. He's only making fun of you." I turned around to face Rahul. Seeing his face made me feel sad. Harsh insulting Rahul in this way surprises me.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.