Dark Jokes About Orphans Novels & Stories

[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.

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.

Adrian rolls his eyes, complaining resentfully. “I mean, to think about it, they paid for my life and my education, I would have dealt with them if they straight up told me that the condition would be providing her my blood and bone marrow, or more, you know?” I’m surprised at how my whole life is such a big joke, yet I’m able to laugh at it, genuinely, “For an orphan who might not have a decent future, don’t you think I also got a lot out of it?” “If they no longer need your blood, then you don’t have to leave in such a hurry,” Adrian suggests with a cautious tone, “You have friends here, and a job, need I remind you?”

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.

I explained while he opened his mouth immediately with a furious expression. “This is one percent logic those people had as per your sense? Where do they think you should bring the money from after being an orphan? From the sky? Those are the most childish words I have ever heard. And you sad my one is non-sense.” He said, shaking his head in disgust.

I burst out laughing so hard I nearly choked on my soda. Jenna looks deeply unimpressed. “Yeah, real fucking funny,” she mutters, side-eyeing both of us. “Keep laughing, you bunch of soggy mofos. I’ll remember this when you two need someone to body a man for you in public and I’m too busy teaching spin hooks to felons named Big Maria.” Dawn snorts into her drink. “You’d thrive in there, don’t lie.” “Shut up,” Jenna says, but she’s already smiling.

She laughs at her own joke. “In a year, you’re going to be changing diapers and you’ll lose your edge,” Hamish mimes changing a diaper as Benjamin pretends to smell it behind him. “We’re gonna have to send a fruit basket to Margot. A sympathy gift.” Benjamin joins in and they all chuckle as if these jokes aren’t the worst they’ve heard. I came from a smart family, not comedians and it showed.

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.