Sence Of Humor Novels & Stories

“I do not fall.” There was a pause. “No,” he said calmly. “You just look very funny while slipping.” The line went dead. I stood there for a long time. Then I began laughing again. Because if I did not laugh, I might start screaming. The televisions behind me kept talking. The city kept moving and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be the joke. But jokes can turn dark very quickly and I am very good at dark.

"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".

“Participation is the hardest thing. Easier to watch and judge than actually try.” “So I am doing the hard thing?” “Yes.” “Good. I was cast down as punishment. I choose to make punishment into purpose. I will learn participation until I understand it completely. Then…” It paused. “Then I do not know. But I will know when I reach that point.” “That’s very human of you,” Finn said. “Is it compliment or insult?” “Both. Usually both.” The fallen thing made a sound like laughter. Wrong pitch. Wrong rhythm. But attempting the concept. “I think I understand humor now. It is finding enjoyment in contradictions.”

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?”

But not everyone thinks in annoying ways like him. "No sir—! I just meant, that—that's what they must have meant—" I tried explaining but he cut me off. "Meaning—it starts with a boom and then realises that it needs to become faint but not too much—only somewhat faint. Guess it's a little slow, maybe?" He continued with that mock serious look on his face. Despite my efforts to grab a hold of my senses—I couldn't stop myself from being amused at his lame sense of humor. I only watched him for a moment more, before turning around with a roll of eyes and a smile clearly visible through my mask.

I muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

“Jay. Don’t you dare laugh. I’m being serious.” “I know, I know,” I wheezed, still holding back a grin. “It’s just you have no idea how funny you look right now, like your brain’s trying to reboot itself.” But under the humor, my chest hurt. Because I didn’t have an answer. Not a real one. Not one that would make sense to him or to me.

I taunted, waggling my eyebrows. His eye twitched. Too easy. "It's a joke," I added before he could react towards her. No need to cause her any problems. "Oh, ha! You almost got me there! Who knew you just had a drier humor? No wonder people avoid you," the guy laughed, nudging his girl, who nervously played along. I smiled. "It's understandable. With your sense of humor, it must be hard to find the punchline." "What do you mean?" he asked, completely missing the insult.

“Intense gets results.” “Fair enough. But do results always mean sacrificing your sense of humor?” That earned me a flick of her gaze. “My sense of humor is intact, thank you.” I smirked. “Sure it is. I just haven’t seen it yet.” Her lips twitched—almost a smile. Progress. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms behind my head. “Come on, Gianna. Even CEOs laugh once in a while. Tell me the last time you found something genuinely funny.”

Asshole confirmation is complete. “I do have a unique sense of humor,” I snarl back at him. “It’s just not for rude people who think they can negatively summarize everything about a person just by looking at them.” He scoffs and silently stares at me for a moment. While I wait, thinking he is probably forming an apology for his rude, sarcastic sense of humor towards me. . . . he suddenly bursts into laughter. I recoil in shock at his response, but later on, his laughter eases me. The sound is so deep, and dimples indent both his cheeks as he continues laughing.