Behind Every Joke There Is Some Truth Novels & Stories

Because compared to the truth people will eat the issue raw and then spread it and exaggerate the story. Sometimes a truth is not important because the human heart just likes to look for other people’s faults and turn them into weaknesses to judge others. They don’t do it for justice or to do the truth, they just need someone to hate. But ironically, when the man left, they forgot everything as if nothing had ever happened. Like dew evaporating during the day, gone without a trace. And only the sickest people remember everything and still suffer. ***

"Sometimes the truth is hidden. We're unable to see it. You're a lawyer. You must know that there's a huge portion of innocent people who get punished by false accusations. Truth doesn't win always" He smiles. "Not when I'm there", he makes my smile fade away again. "That's why I always make the truth win. I don't know about others. So, you don't need to worry at all. Your truth will definitely come out" Even though he says it in a completely different context, his words make my blood cold. "I'm sorry. I'm late", John's voice comes from behind. He joins us, sitting near me with a wider smile. "Okay. Am I late or are you early?"

"But I can't do it anymore. The jokes don't work. Every time I try to make light of something, all I feel is the weight of how bad things really are." "Then stop making jokes." I stared at him. "What?" "If the jokes aren't working, stop forcing them. Be honest instead. Tell us you're scared. Tell us you're struggling. We're a team. We don't need comedy. We need truth." "But without the jokes, what am I? I'm not strong like you. Not powerful like Mia. Not strategic like the twins. I'm just the loud mouth who makes bad puns."

"Inside this envelope is the truth. All the truth left behind." "The truth---what?" "What kind of shit is this?" I asked coldly. She laughed."Oh no, let's see if you can still call it like a shit you mean. Because after this, you'll truly experience every shit of all shits." Her smile screams confidence and I hate it. "Just get straight to the point."

"I've never known anything like this before." "It's making sense to you now, isn't it?" Sandra asked. "I can see it in your face, although I can't imagine what sense you are making of it. "Yes, I might have found a key that will unlock the entire mystery." "Really? How?" "I told you once, a long time ago," I continued, "that from a single drop of water, a pure logician could deduce the vastness of the oceans, and the power of a waterfall. Do you remember that?"

"Vee come on, you can be scared, I am too." "Ty, I'm not scared," I lied again. The truth is, I'm horrified. I couldn't help but think the worst, maybe I said the wrong things to her that day, and she couldn't take it. It wouldn't be like her to commit suicide, but I didn't lay it off the table. The next thought was even more horrifying, maybe Hailee was... murdered. I didn't want to believe that but it could've been true. I really hoped this was just a joke and she would come home, and I could be angry and hate her again. But all I felt was worry and regret.

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 wouldn’t have to go through this had he told the truth in the first place. His admission was like music to my ears, I had dangled a worm in front of him, and just like a fish, he took the bait. He fell for it hook line and sinker, and the moment when he realize what words just escaped his lips he’ll have no choice but to admit what we both already know and admit the truth to me. Right here and now to my face. After a few more seconds of me attempting to stop laughing, I finally managed and got back on the topic at hand. Fixing both my tone and facial expression, he loosened his grip of my arm until he eventually let it go all together. Before I could say anything I noticed the change of e

he smiled,"That's the reason why we are all here," "But you show us your shamelessness," I gritted, ready to pounce at him again. His fur came out and his eyes dilated. His canines extruded barring his lips, yet he still managed to smile. "I just want us to have a little fun here," he replied,"And I don't think you guys wanted that based from your response," "Your comments are not funny." "Well, because what I said wasn't a joke, it was just the truth." I growled.

“That’s…” He shook his head slowly. “I wish I’d seen that.” I laughed softly. “It wasn’t nearly as dramatic as you’re imagining.” “I doubt that.” I continued anyway. “I walked them through everything.” “The fake infertility report.” “The domestic violence allegation.” “The financial fraud.” “The manipulation.” “The conspiracy.” I swallowed. “And then I ended by telling them…” I looked directly at him. “‘The truth does not become a lie simply because someone famous tells it.’” The room became very quiet.