Jokes Are Half Meant Novels & Stories

"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."

"I thought I knew how to make an omelette. I guess not." "Don't beat yourself up, or should I say cut yourself up?" "Haha, that was terrible." "It was good, it was a good joke," "Then how come I'm not laughing?" "Cause I think you cut up your funny bone too," Marcus couldn't hold back his laugh, "that made no sense, at all." "Yet you laughed, so mission accomplished. When I was a kid, my dad would make a bunch of dad jokes whenever we got hurt just to distract us from the pain, they were rarely funny." Marcus chuckled. "But it's the effort that counts, huh?"

It was still there, but lighter. “Yeah, pushy, that’s her,” he agreed. “My type? Girls who laugh at my jokes. Even the bad ones. And don’t mind if I suck at dancing.” “Your jokes? All bad, man,” I teased. I stretched my leg out and shoved his swing with my foot. It twisted to the side and he yelped. “Hey! Not all,” he shouted, trying to shove me back with his own foot. “Remember that one about Jax and the pizza? Gold.”

Some jokes were clever. Some were outrageous. Some were so ridiculous that they shouldn't have been funny. Yet somehow they were. More than once, I laughed so hard tears formed in my eyes. The kind of laugh that leaves your stomach hurting. The kind of laugh that makes it difficult to breathe. The kind of laugh I hadn't experienced in years. At one point, I noticed Jack looking at me instead of the stage. "What?" He smiled. "Nothing." "You're not even watching." "I am." "No you're not."

I looked at him widening my eyes and asked him," Why did you push me?" I saw him laughing like I have said any kind of joke. Why is he laughing? Is it funny? He said controlling his laugh," You are really dumb. You didn't get my joke yet." " Joke? What do you mean? I asked him with a gloomy expression on my face. Then, he sat down on the couch crossing his legs. He said laughing," I was very angry about some office matter. So, I wanted to laugh and that's why I joked with you. Trust me, I didn't know that I can make such a great joke and you are that dumb."

"If I hadn't looked, how would I have known that the person my fiance loves the most is his ex-girlfriend?" A flicker of guilt flashed through Jared's eyes, but he immediately blustered to cover it up. "It's just a joke between friends! Must you make such a big deal out of it? I swear, you're getting more and more unreasonable every day!" With that, he haphazardly stuffed the gift boxes back into his suitcase, picked it up, and stormed off to the guest room. All that was left was that cheap pair of pearl earrings lying alone on the floor.

"You haven't introduced yourself to the Mandem, should I do it for you?" I sighed, kept my eyes on him like he was blabbing. "This woman here…" he raised his voice. "Put half of my men in jail, half of them in grave, and the other half, well, I'm the other half. It's funny isn't it? How life gives us chances to settle our scores…" I stood up with my hands fixed down to my stomach. "If you believe that it's funny, then it definitely is, haha. I will leave you to it then"

“Yeah well, my sleeping pattern has been off-balance lately, so it's only natural that my eating habits will change too. And geez, I can't help being hungry all the time.” “I think you should cut back on the food a little. At this rate, you'll end up being the biggest person I know.” He teased, poking her belly. “You're such a dick.” “But you still love this dick.” “Are you serious right now? Tell me, does it look like I’m in the mood for any of your crap?” “Whoa, it was just a joke.” “Don't joke like that. Some jokes that are funny, right? And others that are just not ok. Guess which category yours falls into.”

“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.”

“I am pregnant with twins!” I reminded him and he laughed. “If it doesn’t fit, we will get a new car with belts to fit.” He assured me. “I wonder what else would stop fitting in soon.” I said and his expression made me laugh. “Not funny, girl!” He judged me. “Don’t worry, it will always fit! It’s just going to be a little harder to be on top without crushing you to death.” I joked. “I would happily die under you.” Okay, the joke stopped being funny when he said that.