Weirdly Funny Novels & Stories

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

And then, before I could stop myself, I burst out laughing. Lucian frowned, clearly not expecting that reaction. “What’s so funny?” “I’m sorry,” I gasped between laughs. “It’s just... you’ve been all broody and mysterious this whole time, warning me off like I was going to drop dead from the truth. And now that I’ve seen it...” I grinned, shaking my head. “I mean, come on. You’re a werewolf. That’s... I don’t know. Weirdly awesome.” Lucian blinked at me, his frown deepening. “You think this is funny?”

“This is a weird thing to shake.” “What about this isn’t weird?”

For example, it is not funny that I woke up in a strange bed with a strange man thinking we had done strange things while I was unconscious from too much drink--and yet he was laughing hysterically just a few moments before. Similarly, it is not funny that I cannot fit into his trousers with the roundness of my hips being as they are. I did not ask to borrow them, and yet here I am, awkward and uncomfortable. Thankfully, his guild friend, a sweet girl named Julie, had a few pairs that were able to work. And it's good that we found those because his last joke is the least funny of all. "A boy," I bark indignantly. "You have got to be joking."

He was her loyal knight, pouring her wine and serving her food, all the ruthless decisiveness of an Underboss erased. They were laughing and talking, and I was clearly not needed as a prop. I didn't want to waste any more time and looked for a chance to slip away. But Noa suddenly turned to me gracefully. "You must be Maeve. I've heard so much about you. The famous 'piano goddess of the underworld'." Caught off guard by being singled out, I quickly waved my hand. "Thank you, but that's an overstatement. Just some flattery from friends."

Paying attention. I tried to reciprocate. Making his favorite meals. Leaving his favorite snacks in his office. Asking about his day and actually listening. We laughed again. Real laughter. Not just polite chuckles. One night we were watching a comedy special. Both of us laughing so hard we cried. Alex came out of his room. "What is so funny?" "Nothing. Just being silly." He watched us for a moment. Then smiled. "You guys are weird." "Probably." He went back to bed. Happy that his parents were happy.

It felt good—light, like a breath of fresh air in this park where the wind rustled the leaves around us. We sat on the bench after that, side by side, our shoulders almost touching. He started telling these silly jokes—the kind that weren’t even funny, just dry and ridiculous, like “Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field.” Corny as hell. But I laughed anyway, hard and genuine, because the real joke was how bad they were, how he delivered them with that straight face like he thought they were gold. It warmed me up inside, chasing away the chill for a bit.

We will make you feel things no one else can. Bonnie sat there another minute, water cooling on her skin. Heart hammering. Then she started laughing—real, shaky, a little crazy. “This is the weirdest fucking day of my life. I got parasite-fucked at the bottom of the ocean and now my coochie has a cult in it. Great. Just great.” The Honeyswarm laughed with her—soft, overlapping, delighted. We like your humor. Now check the computer. We already searched for answers.

Carol said when she could finally catch her breath, and managed a wink at me through her haze of a wineen buzz. “I’ll bet I could too.” Debbie said, all serious like, which did nothing but get them laughing and doubling over with laughter. “You guys think you’re so hilarious, don’t you?” “Yeah…we’re pretty funny…more fun than you can handle…” Debbie said. “I think it was just that my senses were a bit dulled by the stuff.” “And so your senses are pretty keen now, are they then?” Debbie asked, also eyes glazed by the combination of the tequila, marijuana and laughing for the last few minutes.

just a moment ago? The moment Naraja announced this word “Weird” in the air for some reason everybody started to feel different. He could sense it. Or more accurately to put it, It's like the atmosphere around Naraja and everybody else had gotten strainful and awkward for a quick moment. He could sense it, Naraja felt like he had said a godforsaken “Should Not Be Mentioned” kind of word...