Sentence Humor Novels & Stories

“You’re like a sister to me. So, fuck it. Any other girl? Hell no.” I couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity hitting me full force. “You know what? You’re hilarious, Nelly. I remember when you were still so dry, making those lame jokes about ‘six seven’ and cracking up when no one else found it funny. Good old days.” “Huh? My jokes were actually funny, girl.” She poked my side playfully, feigning offense. “Your humor—and everyone else’s—was definitely broken.” “Yeah, sure,” I dragged out, giggling. “Six-seven,” I teased again, mimicking her old deadpan delivery.

The only thing I am allergic to is my food. Liam laughed at my response. “Are you always this sarcastic?“ He asked me. "I would prefer you use the term ‘huge sense of humour’ instead.“ He shook his head, smiling at my response, "I shouldn't have even asked," he muttered before going back to what he was doing.

Heavy with shit we weren’t saying. I cleared my throat. “Alright. That’s enough depressing hospital talk. You know what would really make my day better?” He glanced at me, brows raised. “A really dumb joke.” Andrew blinked. Then tilted his head a little, lips twitching like he was fighting a smile. “A dumb joke?” I nodded, lips curving around the cigarette still hanging from my mouth. “Come on. Hit me.” He gave me a look—half skeptical, half amused. “Fine. What do you call a sad strawberry?”

That was the plan until my lawyer, Devon, told me last week that getting married could help fix my image and the company’s reputation. “Well, Alex,”I said flatly, “I’m glad Henry has met your expectations.” Sandy glared at me. "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Aiden.” “If you cared about good conversations, you wouldn’t have married a man who thinks fart jokes are the peak of comedy,” I shot back. "Congratulations would’ve been enough,”Sandy said, stabbing her fork in the air. "Bite me,” I said, finishing my drink and slamming the glass down.

My fits of giggles turned into full-blown laughter thanks to my intoxication. Dark humor was just my type. “You are funny,” I said. “But seriously, what happened?” “I take upon boxing as fitness. I recently found out a friend of mine passed away. My emotions got ahead of me.” I frowned and my body slumped. “I am so sorry to hear that.” “Don’t worry,” he said. Feeling bad, I decided to change the topic. I waved down to the waiter and ordered another drink. It was delivered not long after. No wonder he deflected so much and was a bit annoyed when I continued to pry. He lost someone important to him.

"Your definition of makeup is a heavy cost to me." "What can I say? My definition book is cool and expensive." He grinned. "I didn't find it funny." "Because you've less humor in you." No matter what I say, he had a reply for all.

eat? "Then, the big fish said, 'I... like... to... eat... small... fish... that... talks... slowly.' "After that, the small fish said, 'Oh, no!'" Nobody made a sound after Stella told the joke. Stella also thought that it was kind of a bad joke. So, she coughed and said, "Is it not funny?" Vermont showed his support. "No, it's hilarious." However, Keegan said sarcastically, "Do you mean ridiculous?"

I yelled at him. That didn't stop him from throwing his head backward and laughing as though I had made another joke. Did this man ever consider my feelings? I looked outside just to keep myself calm but was surprised when his fingers drummed on my arm. "I'm sorry if my jokes make you angry, it only means that you are not as immune as you would claim to be. I do not only win my opponents with my business ideas; I win them through my lovely jokes. If you don't know how to take a joke then maybe you also need to get yourself checked."

he said, looking directly at me. The corner of my lips curled up. We went on talking about random topics, letting the heavier stuff sit in the background like it wasn’t quietly pressing against every corner of the room. For a while, it almost worked. He made a dry comment about the hospital food. I told him he was lucky he was alive to complain about anything at all. He muttered something about how I had no taste in humor, and I told him that was rich coming from someone who thought sarcasm counted as a personality trait.