Novel & Cerita Sickness Humor

His face was literally shaped like that of a person cursed always to be unhappy. I shrugged, displaying my open palms. "Just twice a week. I'm pretty reasonable on Sundays." Damian looked baffled, and then an expression of utter disgust crossed his face as his brows drew together, displaying lines on his forehead. "That's…was a joke, you were supposed to find that funny," My voice trailed. "I guess not. Keep your eyes on the road, then. You might find something that spikes your humor there." "I see no reason to. It's not like you're one of those scared to die."

My voice came low, almost as if I am whispering the words to myself rather than to him. A low humorless chuckle seeped from him as he shook his head, he didn't answer my question, instead he said, "You always tell me that I am sick-" He nodded his head, "Well that's true-" His mouth pinched up in a sneer, "I am not normal, I can assure you that."

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

No, it shouldn't have come out that loud, now it sounds suspicious. "No," I whispered again, this time, it came out a little too low. Ria's eyebrow rose. "Then why are you acting like that?" "I…" Think, Lilith. Think. "I…" My hands trembled. "My sickness." I finally managed to form a barely good sentence. She frowned. "What?" "My sickness." I swallowed nervously. "The healers said…" I forced out a weak laugh. "They said… vomiting is normal." "What?" Ria blinked.

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

" Calm down, sir, for a little while, as you can see, they want to reduce the profit to a minimum. “Then can’t we just round up some people and make them bet then? Everyone pays a million.” He looked at him slyly and began exchanging glances for a long time, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha , looks like we're going to make a big profit today." . . . . . . I am a sick person, a hateful person, a hateful person. I think my liver is sick but, anyway, I don't know Something about my illness, and I don't know what my illness is. I do not consult a doctor, nor have I ever done so, Although I respect

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?”

What just happened made me scared. "Why don't you want to call anyone? It looked like this was really serious. What is the cause of your sickness?" I queried him while he smiled. I knew that it was a fake one. "You don't need to be bothered about my sickness. I would just find a way to fix it." He said this to me while I scoffed. He was suffering from sickness. I didn't even know about it! What kind of sickness was he suffering from? I wished he could take up the courage, and tell me what sickness he was suffering from. It didn't look as if he was going to let me know about it sooner or later.

I take my seat and enjoy myself for the first time today. You should have seen Mr Snowdrop here in class this morning', Matt starts making fun of me. I bet his tongue must have itched so badly until now. I squint my eyes at him, mentally preparing for the stream of bad jokes pouring down on me. You know, because of his lowly...' He tries to explain his own joke. Poor bastard. I push my head back, rolling my eyes at the ceiling. This is sad. How bad can he be at this? Everyone starts laughing at the moron and I can't help myself but to follow suit. Kharma.

“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%.]