Marine Crayon Joke Novels & Stories

In fact, Cretoxarinh was actually biting on her head right now. “Get off me you stupid shark!” Kraken shouted angrily and blasted black ink at Cretoxarinh. Taken by surprise, Cretoxarinh let go of Kraken and swam away. “Oww! All these marks… By god, were you really trying to eat me, Cretox?” Kraken spoke to Cretoxarinh. Cretoxarinh only responded with a jolt of blue electricity that meant he enjoyed it. “Ugh…” Kraken was in pain and was groaning to help cope with it.

"Ray was so excited to see all those colourful fishes." Ray's eyes lit up with excitement as she recalled the underwater wonders she witnessed. "And the giant tortoises on Curieuse Island! They were like ancient dinosaurs, Dad!" I chuckle at the memory. "Yes, Ray, they were quite a sight. And Jordan, remember when we tried the local Creole cuisine? The flavours were incredible.” “And how you wouldn’t try the Octopus?" Ray and Jordan chorus, and I laugh. I was willing to try everything else aside from that.

Miss Turner wore a funny hat with stars on it. They were painting dinosaurs today — “big ones with teeth, but nice teeth, not scary ones.” Someone had spilled juice and it made a map on the floor that looked like our lake. Dante listened patiently, nodding at every detail, responding with the appropriate seriousness of a man negotiating multimillion-dollar deals. “Did you tell Noah the crayon was yours? Good job using words. And yes, stars on hats are very important. Dinosaurs with nice teeth sound perfect for a brave princess like you.”

“Club, baby. Some Tinder guy dragged me here. Thought he was gonna be my Prince Charming. Turns out, his cock was like a crayon. I had to cancel the deal.” I threw my head back, laughing so hard my stomach hurt. “A crayon? You didn’t!” “Bitch, yes I did.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “And not even the jumbo pack, like those tiny-ass broken crayons you find at the bottom of a kindergarten desk. Tragic.” I wheezed. “You should never settle for a crayon in the form of a cock, JoJo.” “Period!” He snapped his fingers. “Big, bold, thick, like a Sharpie, minimum. Otherwise, I’m out.”

“It's beautiful“ He gasped. “It is“ I admit. I've never been to an aquarium before. Not even while I was younger. All I've ever known how to do was to study hard and make my parents proud. Being here today with Kai and Klein was like a breathe of fresh air. This was really what I needed. A giant manta ray drifted slowly above us. Klein moves, pressing his face against the glass. “Look! That fish has stripes!“ “The orange ones with white stripes are called clownfish“ Kai explains. “They are quite famous from the movie, Finding Nemo“ “Really? Can we go see that movie as well?“ I shook my head at Kai, giving him the "No" signal. “We can see it at home, buddy“ That seemed to make Klein happy reg

“You must not have seen Jaws Four, then.” “It's what inspired me to become a marine biologist!” I opened my eyes wide in mock enthusiasm, making him laugh. “It's only the worst movie ever,” I said, making a face, and he laughed harder. “I actually mostly study lemon sharks. Not great whites.” “Do they look like great whites?” He gave me a serious look. “Please tell me we're going to need a bigger boat.” I snorted a laugh, covering my mouth with my hand so I wouldn't spit out my coffee. It wasn't like anyone had never made the joke before, but when he said it, it was hilarious. It took me a second to recover and not shoot coffee out my nose.

I've never had a fake boyfriend before. The next few nights pass and nothing interesting happens. That's the thing about living on a quiet beach nothing interesting ever happens. The occasional whale gets beached ashore. That's what pulls the crowds around this place. One time Grandpa Jerry took me to see the beached whales. I didn't think about it at the time but those weren't spears that were in its side. They were more forked-shaped. It's possible that they could have been the result of sirens using their tridents to hunt. Not sure which whale species it was but it was small though. Could have been a porpoise or dolphin. I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember.

“You shark.” “I am not a shark,” I protested. He grinned. “Mommy shark.” I groaned theatrically. “Absolutely not. I refuse. I cook you pasta and buy you strawberries. Sharks don’t do that.” He considered this deeply, then nodded. “Okay. You nice shark.” I grinned, leaning forward to kiss his chubby cheek. “that’s more like it.” I picked up a green crayon and started colouring beside him, my heart light in a way it had constantly been these days.

"Ah, put it in the box, quick!" I shrieked with laughter as Jamal threw the small crab in the box and Gemma hurriedly shut it. Jamal started breathing heavily while dramatically acting to wipe the imaginary sweat on his forehead. Gemma peered into the box, we had caught four small crabs and the thrill of catching them was still surging through our bodies.

Penny assured. “ Whatever you say, Penny, whatever you say,” Xara sat looking at the waves of the sea, completely lost in thought. She was remembering the times that they all hung out together as a big family. The many times they came out to the beach for their family time She started laughing when she recalled Kai being bit by a crab. His feet were in the way of the crab and he didn’t want to move them after she countlessly told him to do so. He refused saying there was nothing the crab could do to him.