Dark Jokes About Orphans Novels & Stories

I deflected it with my hand, and the ornament grazed me. Diane was spared from the hit, but the ornament sliced my arm open, and blood flowed like a river. Smug, Zack stepped ahead. Arrogantly, he announced, "I'm the future co-owner of this villa and Ms. Sampson's boyfriend. Your precious Felix is going to get kicked out of this place, you hag!" My in-laws were shocked. Words failed them. They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral.

“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.”

[Nowo’s POV] It all started at that magical place called HIA. It is an agency-slash-orphanage, where all orphans are allowed to work for their own living when they reach the legal age of 18. They were taking care of neglected children by adopting them, providing their needs, and by showing them the real love of a parent they were all longing for. To share and bring fun is what the HIA aims for. I know, right? It is indeed amazing to have met such a great place like this. Also, I’m really thankful to have met the most naughty and a little bit nice best buddy of mine. Omo, I really do miss him a lot.

It might help if I get lost…or accidentally set the apartment on fire,” I teased, getting a hint of a smile that he buried by denying. "Or you'll probably starve the poor animal to death," he returned the joke, narrowing his gaze, making the lines of expression visible at the corners of his eyes. Since the incident in my bathroom we acquired the ability to joke when it came to Alzheimer's. Black jokes made the situation less overwhelming. He was the first person he could joke with like this. My friends didn't like it when he said things like that and found it cruel; what they didn't understand was that at the end of the day the one who would live in limbo would be me, and taking it so seriou

I pushed my anger in the depths of my soul and decided to play along. "If you know that, then why would you want me to stay here? Who knows, you might be the next victim." I shrugged with a smile. His grey eyes peered into mine as if it was piercing through my soul — just like his father's. And then, there was his sarcastic smile again, "You can't kill." "Oh, really? Though everyone in the orphanage knows what I am capable of." "Every coin has two sides. Some humans are just not mentally capable of trying to understand the entire problem in order to solve it. What they see and hear is always right to them. In other words, they're total idiots." He winked.

It was genuinely shocking how none of them were embarrassed to do all of this with a child at the table. “Tiago—“ Marvin began, but Tiago stuck out his hand to stop him. “I’m sorry, Elena—but this family is far from fun, and I’m glad you and Marvin are not engaged.” Karina laughed. “You dodged a damn bullet, something which Marvin couldn’t do.” Neither could Anya. I could hear the sound of Marvin’s breaths beside me, and all I could tell was that he could not appreciate the joke. “Joke of the century.” Marvin scoffed as Karina rolled her eyes. “Awh, did you lose your humor in prison?”

A childhood visual of the old witch from the library Hansel and Gretel book pops into my head and only increases the giggles I exude. “I hope not, I’m barely grown, and she might add me to tonight’s menu. I’m too big for an oven!” I point out between snorts of stupid laughter and Meadow caves and starts giggling too, lightening our whole mood. I guess the tension and the heavy weight of this journey has us strung out enough, that even a lame joke like this has enough power to break the strings and have us erupt. It’s needed, between us, this bonding over awful jokes.

He grins. “One moment they are ‘fuck you youngest child’ and in the next they want us to produce the next population of the country. It’s like ‘make up your mind will ya? Are we important or not?’”, He continues joking, eyes lighting up when he hears me chuckle a second time. “Yeah, literally”, I agree, having to lower my eyes. I feel far too ashamed. I not only chuckled at one of his jokes, but at two of them. And I did so because I actually found them funny.

"Orphanage? What do you mean orphanage? Aren't you the only daughter of Dalton Braiven? What happened? He sent you there?" Lea smiled sadly. "It's an old story that often makes me cry and laugh. I feel sad every time I remember it. The orphanage makes me cry because that's where the father threw his daughter away without thinking much. However, it was also in the orphanage that I met my best friend, who was always there and ready to support me until now, that is Jonathan.”

"Freak" a laugh sounds as my shoulder meets my locker. The sharp sting easily shaken off. "Poor little orphan Annie" Serena's voice sounds, her pathetic entourage laughing as she keeps walking. "Can't blame her parents for dumping her, who would want to look at that everyday?" her friend adds, all of them cracking up like it's a clever new joke.