911 Jokes Novels & Stories

" Lillian asked Jay,he wasn't behaving cheerful like before,he looked afraid and nervous. "Am I not supposed to?" It still rained and it was past nine pm. " It was a joke" Joy said it was a joke smiling, she noticed everyone in the room was looking serious and Jay's hand trembled. " You said truth,but you were playing, it was a joke? That was one expensive joke." Mark placed his fingers on Lillian's shoulder, he told her to calm down,he was also calming himself down. "Am I not allowed to tell jokes? You all are just like him,pretending to be nice when you're not !"

I couldn't help but laugh at her, she rolled her eyes as I sat next to her. We were having a rather awkward but nice lunch. Jessica was having a livid chat with Nick and Cindy while Emily and Simon chatted with Elliott and Sandra. We are just trying to make it less awkward as Jennifer just make up silly and stupid little jokes which for some reason I found funny. Everything was alright until someone cleared his throat making us all turn around to look at him. We all turned except Jennifer who wasn't really paying attention, she is just calmly eating her pizza.

someone yelled. "I won’t shut up until someone answers!" Lucas shouted back, clearly enjoying the attention. "We don’t know and we don’t care, so shut the hell up, Lucas!" another voice barked. "Wrong! It’s called Lemon-aid! Get it? Like the drink?" The groan this time was even louder. "Dad jokes are never, ever funny," Elodie muttered, shaking her head.

On the third day after receiving our college acceptance letters, the most popular student in school, Natalie Simmons, proposes something in our class group chat. "We're all adults now, and we've already been accepted into college. We should do something exciting before the semester begins. Let's put on a show and stage a fake bank heist. It'll be fun." In my last life, I make 23 phone calls in a row and confiscate every prop they plan to use. No one gets hurt. But Natalie becomes the target of criticism from parents and teachers. She sinks into depression and eventually jumps into a lake. The entire class blames me and hates me. At our graduation dinner, they force a whole bottle of liqu

"Okay! Okay! I will stop, but that joke of yours isn't good. Aren't there any more funny jokes?" I sat down next to Shin again. "I still have a lot of jokes," I replied. "Okay let me hear," "Here is a knock-knock joke. Knock-knock," - Me. "Who's there?" - Shin. "Tank," - Me. "Tank, who?" - Shin. "You're welcome!" Shin and I both poker-faced to that joke at the same time so I immediately drew a long line on it. "Knock! Knock!" - Me.

Noah's voice pulled me back to reality. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something." "I know you're under a lot of pressure right now, especially with everything going on at home," he said with concern. "Honestly, when I heard about your situation, I really wanted to help you. We've been classmates for so many years, after all." I looked at his "sincere" expression and sneered inwardly. Noah lowered his voice. "I know a quick way to make money. It's nothing illegal. Just a little risky."

She was one of those persons who had a natural sense of humor and could make people laugh without even trying. “You guys won't believe this! ” Jalon said once again as he hopped towards his friends, leaping over the dropped food. “What do your inside sources tell you now? ” Norval inquired. “Not my inside sources dude, the news. It's all over the place! ” Jalon said, he opened one of the tabs in his browser and a video was streaming live.

"Alright, fine. If you won't smile, I'll have to tell you my top-tier jokes. What do you call a fake noodle?" Elena had blinked, her stern frown flickering for a split second. "What?" "An impasta." She had stared at me in absolute, stony silence for three whole seconds. "That is terrible. That is the worst joke I've ever heard." "Okay, okay, tough crowd," I had grinned, my dark eyes sparkling with wicked delight as I stroked her cheek. "Why don't scientists trust atoms?" "Jaxx, please stop…" "Because they make up everything."

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.