Short Humor Stories Novels & Stories

He murmured, ruefully. I badly didn't want to see him sad anymore. "Jokes could help.You can tell me jokes" "Jokes"He said more to himself as if thinking of something up. "Well, I think I heard this somewhere,I don't really remember how it starts or ends but the punch line is...'Get lost,you old cargo'!" I grimaced. "So am I supposed to laugh to an half joke?" He pouted."I'm an hopeless joke teller" I couldn't stop myself from laughing not because of his half joke but because of how hopeless he looked.

"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..."

I could easily imagine Suzane Johnson writhing in a strange laugh when listening to this, simply by hearing the little pig snoring she let out when she got excited about one of my worst jokes. It was strange not to be able to return the same intensity of animation, although just so that she could not understand anything, I tried hard, and imitated a rehearsed sound of what was once an ironic laugh. I've never been the kind of person who struggled to be funny. I've never had much talent to be the silly court of a circle of friends. But I had a certain reputation for being the one who never let herself be shaken by the misfortunes of life. I always had a joke on the tip of my tongue to make so

Zoe asked, not understanding the humor of the joke. "Of course." "Hmnn. Because it has boring and difficult equations?" Zoe answered suggestively, still trying to think of a suitable answer. "No," Zara chuckled, her long eyelashes blinking so rapidly, "Because it has too many problems," she spilled. "Oops. That is quite funny," Zoe mentioned, chortling softly the more she understood the relation of the joke to the answer Zara gave her. "One more," Zara said again. "Okay," Zoe answered with great interest, while she finally began to drink from the glass of drink that had been offered to her.

Not even a little bit? I moved back away from him and when I said nothing,he came around to stand beside me again,he held my hand and we continued walking. “I’ve been browsing through a number of jokes this couple of days.I think I’ve become a very funny man.” I suppressed my lips in a tight line.”You don’t say.” “How do you open a banana?”He asked. “You peel it open.”I shrugged. “No.With a mon-key.” I grimaced and when he saw I didn’t get the joke,he rattled out.

“Ahahaha!” The third baby told the joke that was obviously funny to the fourth, ‘cause his lovely laughter filled the room and he realized it was the voice that had brought him up his feet. He watched the fourth fall on his back from his laughter, getting up again to listen to the third speak before crying out again.

“Why would I change when you’ll never stop trying to earn a joke from every situation?” “Isn’t life more fun with jokes? Something to laugh about once in a while. You know, it makes the world beautiful and fun when it’s dark. Studies even say laughter heals faster than herbs do. Lowers pain, strengthens the heart, clears the head. Makes the blood flow freer. In short — that’s why I’m looking younger and living longer. Which of those old people in the pack is as old as me, uh? None. I’m the oldest.”

The Humor of Survival Yet, amidst all this weight, the siblings still found moments of ridiculousness—because if they didn’t laugh, they might drown. Like the time Tshepo tried cooking pap for everyone, only for Abby to spit it out and declare, “This pap could be used to patch potholes.” Or the time Mathapelo, slightly tipsy, decided to give relationship advice to Aubrey—“Women don’t need money, Aubrey, they need hugs!”—only to hiccup so loudly everyone burst into laughter. Or Gail accidentally falling asleep during her night shift and waking up to find her patient had covered her with the blanket.

“I gave him a hot slap and kicked his balls.” Selene burst out laughing. “Ohh, sis, I couldn’t be less happy when I got an apartment of my own, not luxurious but conducive and better than staying in the motel.” Liora went ahead describing some of the strange people she encountered and the awkward situations she found herself in. She deliberately adds humor to the stories, turning difficult memories into something easier to carry. Selene laughs more than once, surprised by details she had never heard before. In return, she talks about life in the hospital.

It came out short and disbelieving, the kind of laugh a man gives when someone’s insulted his intelligence instead of amused him. “That’s good.” He shook his head, still laughing under his breath. “That’s genuinely good. Did my grandmother’s people teach you that one, or did you come up with it yourself?” “I’m not lying to you.” “Of course you’re not.” He leaned back, arms crossed, something cold settling behind his eyes now that the laugh had faded. “You’re the third woman this year to try that particular story on me. One of them even had a name badge to match, if you can believe that. Very convincing prop.”