Orphan Dark Humor Jokes Novels & Stories

“It’s too dangerous.” The man doesn’t laugh. He just looks at me more closely, narrowing his eyes ever-so-slightly. “I’m lucky my ankle didn’t break,” I say. My first joke didn’t make him laugh, so I double down. “I probably already have osteoporosis.” “You don’t look any older than me,” he says, frowning slightly. “How old are you?” “25.” A laugh bubbles out from my chest. As I’m laughing, Cynthia makes her way over to me. “There you are! And – ah! You are here too.” She smiles, first to me, then to my unlikely savior.

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.

But the frowned turn to laugh all of sudden when I saw how his smile faded. "Why are you laughing?" He then sighed like a child. I didn't know grim reaper can be funny like this. How I wish to see Saint pouting like this. Maybe that's more interesting. Damn! I can't imagine. "You are ridiculous." "Tsk! Everyone's tells that." "Great, at the list I'm not the only one"

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

The dark humor was so perfectly Jaxx that I couldn't help but laugh. I burst out laughing, the sound bright against the lingering tension in the room. The absurdity of his grim humor never failed to catch me off guard, to remind me that beneath the violence and the control, there was a man who made me laugh in the darkest moments. Jaxx just shrugged, completely unbothered by his own dark wit, though a small smile played at his lips, softening the hard lines of his face.

Finally, I got a proper look at them: one was plus-sized like me, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes behind thick glasses, she remined me of my sisters; the other had deeper brown skin than mine, a height and body of a super model and a beautiful healthy afro. “Don’t let him get to you,” the second woman said with a warm smile. I sighed. “I shouldn’t have gone to that fast food in the first place. Why do people insult others and call this ‘dark humor’? What’s funny about cruelty and humiliation?” The slim woman’s expression hardened. “He’s a serial jerk—makes nasty comments about women he dislikes and flirts with the ones who fit his ‘type.’ His dad owns the place, so he acts like

“Pathetic, isn’t it? Julian defending you like some knight while his pregnant girlfriend is on the floor begging. And Sienna…God, the way she whined about her back pain and swollen feet, as if that excuse is trying to murder you. They deserve each other. Let them tear themselves apart while we watch from the front row.” We both dissolved into it for a moment longer, the shared mockery bonding us in a way words couldn’t. It felt cathartic, dangerous, adult the kind of dark humor that only people who had survived betrayal could truly savor. Eventually the laughter faded, leaving a charged silence and the faint echo of satisfaction. He set his empty glass down and checked his watch. “I should h

I love it when Jorge smiles at me. We were laughing about my latest pay in Cards Against Humanity. The black card asked us to complete the sentence, “Nothing in life is certain except death and ….” I put “kids with ass cancer.” “Damn girl, you are against humanity,” Jorge joked, laughing like music to my ears. “Sorry, I didn’t have anything else,” I laughed back. Stretch my legs out and Jorge picks them up. He starts rubbing my ankles. “I can’t believe my pregnant sister made that joke,” Solen choked out as he laughed.

"Or I tell Zane that you slept in my bed until you turned sixteen and that accidents still happened until late into your teenage years." Shirley gasps. "But that's a lie!" I wink smugly at her. "I know, but Zane doesn't need to know that. You know that I'm good at lying and manipulating him. He will believe me." Shirley stares at me. I stare back. We both fall into a laughing fit at the same time, howling at my dark joke. It only gets funnier by the minute. Soon we are both crying like idiots. "Oh-my-fucking-god... Really? REALLY GINA?!" Shirley is wheezing while finding us a parking spot. "You can't make dark jokes like that! You're killing me!"

On matriculation day, I carried my acceptance letter to the campus grounds to register alone. But before I could cross the threshold, the guards drove me back into the street with their anti-riot forks. Humiliated and bewildered, I reached for my phone to call my childhood friend, Daisy Reid. A sharp laughter rippled through the receiver. “Violet, are you truly that blind behind those glasses? The letter you swept off the desk was a forgery I mocked up. Your actual one is still sitting at home.” Panicked, I hastily booked a return ticket and hurried back to search for my letter. I scoured the house for hours, turning up nothing. Just then, Daisy’s personalized ringtone sang out from my palm.