Darkest Jokes Novels & Stories

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 muttered, “if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. I’d shoot you instead.” Their mouths dropped open, and I realized too late that I shouldn’t be joking about something like that. A nervous laugh fell from my lips. “I—I was only joking. You’d be able to smell poison from a mile away, and I know you’ll get the gun away from me within seconds.” Devrim was the first to break the silence. “You humans have a sick sense of humour. I don’t really see what’s so funny in what you said.” “I’m sorry.”

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.

I threw a shadow sickle at the Dark Fae, which effectively decapitated it. Was this really the time for jokes? We were literally in the middle of fighting for our lives. ‘You’re such a bore. It’s always the time for a good joke.’ He scoffed at me. I sighed, knowing that he would not give in until I followed through with this. ‘Fine. Who’s there?’ ‘Fire up.’ I tilted my head, trying to anticipate where this might be going. Knowing him, it could literally be anywhere. ‘Fire up who?’ ‘Fire up the grill because we’re in the middle of a motherfucking BBQ!’

His witty remarks, laced with sarcasm, hang in the air, momentarily lightening the heavy atmosphere of the dungeon. I engage in a brief exchange of words with Tyler, our conversation punctuated by his dry wit and dark humor. He uses jokes as a shield, deflecting the severity of our predicament. The irony isn't lost on me; while I pity his situation, he seems oddly detached, finding solace in jests even when the reality of our captivity looms over us.

6 All I could hear was my deep breaths, I had darkness all around me and I couldn’t fathom how I could help myself get through it, the black and white shades were surrounding me and I was finding a way out. Suddenly a manly voice echoed, “hey hot piece,” it travelled across my mind like a bullet, “whassup huh? how’s you doing,” his voice was making me obnoxious, wanting me to get it out through some way but I was unable to throw it out, instead, It grew further.

“That stupid man is not worthy!” “You were the one making him a judge!” “It is because of you that we had to!” “I think brothers and sisters we both agree on cutting that unworthy head!” “How dare you?!” “How dare you dare him?!!” I looked at Mr Darking and I saw him smirking, mocking the scene. “This bunch of fools,” he said “Do you know why on earth they are quarreling?” “Obviously I don’t. But I have the feeling it is quite a stupid reason.”

Jake dismissed it with a wave of his hand. I surveyed our situation and burst out laughing. The guys looked at me like I'd grown an extra head. "Look at us," I blurted between bursts of laughter. "If anyone came over and asked what we were doing up in a tree, what on earth are we gonna tell them?" "Uh, there's a bear in our campsite," Drake quoted in a 'duh' tone. I pointed at him and continued laughing, my body shaking with mirth. "Come on, it's hard to believe you don't see anything funny in our predicament."

After this laughter, they all become the most miserable persons in this whole city. They want to make Emily ruins but now they all going to become a laughing stock in the whole city.

I can't help but giggle, enticed by the thrill of wanting him even though I shouldn't. "Doesn't that mean the sex will be better?" Mary's mouth falls open. "Wow, you're officially lost your mind." I clutch my stomach as I sink down into my pillow, unable to contain my laughter. My friend takes everything too seriously sometimes, although I suppose I'm only slightly making fun of her. Part of it is kind of true... "I'm just joking," I push her shoulder playfully, although she still stares me down knowingly. "He's my mate, it's going to happen some time, and even though I have my reservations about my future, why can't I have fun until I figure this all out?"