Sence Of Humor Novels & Stories

He was always making stupid jokes, even at the worst times. “That’s not funny,” I snapped. “There are people’s lives we are talking about, the pack members are counting on us and also the alpha, it’s only a matter of time until people start moving out of the pack,” I said, although I was also considering that in case things went sideways. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, raising his hands. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you know, humor is a coping mechanism.” “Well, it’s not working,” I said, rolling my eyes.

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."

He responded with a condensing tone, and a small peal of laughter brewed inside of me. Shock soared through me with the realization that I could still find humor in things. Considering everything that’s been happening. Honestly, it was at a point where laughing seemed to be a golden luxury: one I could not afford at the very moment. But I guess being in Dante's presence provided that semblance of normalcy! That little fallacy that said things were... Still okay!

He laughed a lot when he was in trouble and when he was to cause trouble but not on any instance did he never laughed for a good cause and neither was his laughter genuine at any point. "Well, you really do amuse me Ron and i appreciate that. I see you are being the tough guy all over again, taking out my men and slowly outnumbering us without any effort..nice one. I must commend you for your exceptional fighting skills. Yet, you amuse me ," he said with a short laugh. "You are amused by everything because you are sick and you have a lopsided sense of humor that will never let you laugh to the right things," Ron said. Mike's brows furrowed.

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?

I gathered my things, my face hot, and walked out, Zach right behind me. As we walked down the hallway, I could hear Zach's footsteps fall in line with mine as he strided beside me. "You know," he started, pure smugness dripping out of his voice. "You should learn to take a joke." I stopped short and whipped around to face him. "Yeah? Well, you should learn to make one!" He cocked a brow. "Oh? think I can't make a joke?" I glared at him. "I know for a fact that your sense of humor is fucked up."

“Any more and I’ll have an aneurysm in my brain.” I clear my throat, trying to straighten out my thought process and failing. I’m sure my cheeks are flushed, and I’m so glad nobody in this room can read minds. “Impressive.” I say, mustering a calm into my voice that my body absolutely does not feel. “He has a sense of humor.” He leans forward, eyes on me again. “Why are you here, really?”

he muttered, almost to himself. The word should’ve stung. It didn’t. The way he said it wasn’t cruel it was bemused, almost fond. Like he was turning the idea over in his head, trying to decide whether weird was a dealbreaker or something he could live with. Like maybe, just maybe, he was trying to figure me out too. I decided to push back. Humor was my only reliable weapon in situations like this. “Weird is just another word for interesting,” I said, forcing a grin I didn’t feel. “You’re welcome.”

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

This time he knew it had to be humor and she narrowed her gaze. “What is wrong with you. Why do you find humor when I’m being serious!” She said and he felt it a bit more, muscles in his face that didn’t know how to work tried. “Because it’s a foolish thing to say and you know it. You can think it if you want to, but you aren’t very good at saying no.” He told her leaning forward and she turned her head, but he just inhaled her scent an odd rumbled in his chest.