Sentence Humor Novels & Stories

"Pregnancy has become disadvantage to you, Kitcat...I bet he'll tell you the grass is too green for you to step outside tomorrow." "Shut up, Liam. I'm not trying to make jokes." "And see...your pregnancy has become a disadvantage to me too...look at him snapping at me because of a fetus." "I'd advise you to shut your mouth, Liam...his face is getting red, it's about to swell...he's transforming into..." "Angry bird!" Liam and Fredd bursted out into hysterical laughing at their apparently funny joke...but Zillon didn't seem to find it funny, he was as serious as judge. "F*cking idiots..."

He catches me watching him, and knows why I'm wearing a shocked expression. "I-it's just...stupid," He then says. "Change of words from your sudden crafty ones a while ago." "Yeah, well. I'm usually a smart cookie when I'm high as fuck." I tuck in my lips to hide the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, though Sebastian already catches it and my attempt to hide it; I don't want him seeing me respond to his negative comments, but that one in particular, I found funny, to be completely honest. Even though he's a dumbass who doesn't take anything seriously, he has a sense of humor going for him.

“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.”

“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%.]

heartfully, I thanked him, “It’s utterable… I am really grateful for this, it really means a lot to me.” “Reciprocate me then.” said Jamie. He then suddenly snorts and says, “Oh, I’m kidding again, you don’t have to take it seriously, you know, businessmen have horrible sense of humor. Not all, but maybe just me, I don’t know, I am always horrible at making people laugh since I was y-” “Tomorrow night.” However, before he could finish his words, I edged in. Because for me, I would rather that I take it seriously.

I replied awkwardly. Sensing the shift in my mood, Lucas smoothly changed the subject. He started telling me silly jokes—some of them were terrible, but I appreciated the effort. I found myself laughing despite everything. For a moment, it felt nice. No pressure. No tension. Just two people sharing a light moment over coffee.

I laughed, knowing that I had hit a sensitive spot. But then, Sophia suddenly looked up at me, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Actually, my ex-husband was a cheapskate," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "He took me to the most luxurious place he could afford... the McD*nald's drive-thru." I burst out laughing, unable to contain my amusement. Sophia's joke was hilarious, and I was impressed by her quick wit. As I laughed, Sophia smiled, looking pleased with herself. "I'm glad I could make you laugh," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I sighed, putting my hand over his. “You know I'm not the most talkative, babe. I need my talkative girl. We'll die of boredom if you let me lead the conversation. I smiled a little, remembering that it was these comments that made Chelsea laugh. Her sense of humor was special and I liked her. When I heard other people make jokes with cruel connotations they seemed to me in bad taste, but coming from her, they became funny.

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."

“Eh, not really. No.” He sighed. “A mortician walks into a bar-” “Formaldehyde is the punchline, isn't it?” “Stop ruining my jokes, you wretch.” I vaguely noticed his temper. “Tea,” he said darkly. “I need tea.” “Heh heh. Tea. T.” “Silence, Shannon.”