Sence Of Humor Novels & Stories

he laughs at the thought, asking where she went and got an idea like that. "You can't even tell when I'm joking anymore," she says, rolling her eyes with a laugh. "It's crazy! You used to see a joke coming from a mile away - usually, you would have called me out on it my first word!" She argues, asking, "what happened to you, huh? Who stole your sense of humor and why?" He rolls his eyes, scoffing as he calls her dramatic. "What are you going on about, huh?" He asks. "You're rambling!"

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

It felt dismissive as if he wasn’t taking me seriously. Jason shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “That’s what I said,” Jason replied casually, as if it were the most natural response in the world, his eyes glinting with amusement. He thought it was funny. I could tell. Jason always thought his jokes were clever, but today, the humor was falling flat. My jaw clenched, and I took a step closer, the air between us thick with the weight of my irritation. “What do you want from me, exactly?” I asked, my voice rising just a bit.

His humour was sharp, and witty, but still sensitive— in other words, the best kind. At the core of Tyler’s personality was his sense of humour. He possessed an innate ability to put me at ease, and this fascinated me because I couldn't tell how he was doing it. His wit was like a bolt of lightning, an electric current that charged the air and cast everything in a new light. His laugh wasn't very masculine— hence why I saw myself looking at his face wondering if the sound I was hearing emanated from his mouth. I loved how his eyes lit when he laughed— his laugh echoing like a sonorous bell that chimed with merriment and conviviality.

This caused Singto to gasp and drop his jaw from the shock of it all. Krist bit insides of his mouth to keep himself from laughing at the way Singto looked right now. “Oh… my… goodness…” “Oh, sorry did I get you? Man, I really didn’t mean to.” There goes the infamous sarcasm again. But Singto didn’t mind it, he was actually still laughing, but now for a different reason. He has a self-deprecating sense of humor and nine times out of then, you’d find Singto just laughing at his own mistakes and clumsiness. This works out perfectly with Krist too since he doesn’t take his sarcasm and dry humor personally, instead he just simply laughs about it.

“You’re making me feel stupid!” That made me laugh. You can’t blame me, though. If someone will ask me why don’t I add humor in talking or basically in my life, I will just point my books then turn away. Simply, my life only revolves in my books. So, why should I add humor in it? It’s not like it’s a requirement for you to stay alive. My friends know how deep my mindset is. For me, mindset is everything. Even them couldn’t catch up with the way I view everything. They’re having a hard time understanding those. Turns out for them I’m a whole mystery that no can be able to solve.

She said that and I started dying on the floor, that was probably the funniest thing I've ever heard. "That is the fucking stoner spectrum!! Either you're a fucking Einstein or a fucking retard that tried to play baseball with a robot," I said, laughing through my words, causing Alex to break too, laughing and pointing out how fucked up my sense of humor is, "It's not my fault! Imagine having a fucked up humor before going through the dungeons of hell to become an arch-demon." "Tha-That's fair but still, that's fucked!" "Fuck me, that was funny," I said and the look I got from Alex scared the fuck outta me, she looked hungry but also cautious, "You good?"

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

“You haven't answered my question. Do you prefer it slow or fast?” There was a moment of silence, including him. His once heavy panting paused for a moment. Not surprising, Zeke erupted into laughter, clapping his hands together as if he were enjoying a comedy show. I began to see that this guy was genuinely unhinged; there was definitely something off in his mind. “What’s amusing?” I snapped; he turned to me, shaking his head slowly. “Sometimes, man, some words sound corny; you shouldn’t use them in situations like this.” I now realize what he meant, but I wasn’t ashamed. I just don’t care as long as he understands the concept.

Their breathless snickering filled my ears as they circled me and looked down at me with nothing but lust and excitement in their reddened eyes. "Aw, missy, you really gave us a run for our money, didn’t ya?" One of them said, and his comrades laughed in response. I did not know what was so funny about what he had said. I never knew what humor was. Sometimes I like to believe I am broken because even with my girlfriends, I never smiled with them, I never laughed at the jokes they told. I never found humor in this world.