Dark Jokes About Orphans Novels & Stories

Mo’s Pov It was hard to believe, but it was true. Here I was sitting in a garden of ghost orchids, head thrown back as I laughed at the joke Radek shared. “You have to stop,” I heaved, holding my ribs as I held back the laugh that threatened to break out of me again. I could see it now, and that was the reason Daren hung out with him. Behind those narcissistic layers is a somewhat clown, who knew just the right jokes to crack.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

He says with a light chuckle and I mentally roll my eyes at how he silly it was of him to think what he said would make me feel any better. “Tamara, I'm gonna tell you my story so maybe you'll understand that some people's lives are just not as it seems. I might not know why you’re crying but one thing I’m sure of is that, you are living better than a lot of people out there so you need to be grateful for at least that much. Crying really doesn’t solve anything.” He rants continuously. “Would you believe it if I told you that I’m an orphan?" He asks suddenly and I subconsciously raise my head to look at him and to be honest, I would be lying if I said I was expecting to hear something like

Lara tried keeping herself together but it was a losing game for all of us because not only did we go all out in laughter the next second, we started choking on air, coughing and wheezing only to start all over after seeing our disoriented selves. "Fuck…" I muttered. The tears in my eyes as a result of so much laughter and coughing made it seem like I was viewing the world from a glass during rain and it felt nice and nostalgic. Reminds me of drives we would go for during fall by the orphanage home and we would eat apples and pies all the way to hill top where we would camp and tell stories. We would bond with kids from other orphanage homes and I got to know some really cool older orphans f

“Old habit. When you grow up in a house full of people waiting for you to mess up, you learn not to.” I blinked, caught off guard by the honesty. “That sounds… lonely.” “Maybe,” he said lightly, then shifted the mood. “What about you? Ever messed up in the orphanage?I feel like you have a few disaster stories.” “Oh, I have plenty,” I said, laughing. “Once I tried to fry plantain for breakfast, and I forgot the oil. It burned so badly the pan had to be thrown away.” He almost choked on his wine from laughing. “How do you forget the oil?”

I don't want him to think that I'm on his side or that I agree with her twisted plans. “It's not like we did well getting to know our parents either, huh?" he laughs bitterly, "everyone thinks that we orphans will end up in jail one day, but this is ridiculous," he jokes. "That's right," I agree, "ridiculous in the most disturbed and miserable way."

“Are you allowed to make dead jokes about your parents?” “I know it’s rude,” he replied, grinning with zero shame. “It’s not supposed to be funny. But I get one morbid joke, don’t I? Don’t we all? Some day you’ll be making jokes about your family too.” I doubled over in laughter, the kind that shook my shoulders and made my ribs ache. Not because it was that funny, but because I needed it. Because it pulled me out of the heavy place in my mind where grief lived. Because he looked so happy saying such a thing when there was nothing to laugh about.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.

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.

“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.”