Sans Jokes Novels & Stories

A group of thugs dragged me into an alley. In a panic, I called my boyfriend thirty-nine times, only to have him decline every single call. My whole body trembled as I struggled desperately to break free. Just as they were about to strip me naked, laughter suddenly erupted around me. One by one, they removed their masks and caps. I looked up stiffly and saw that every one of them was someone close to me. My younger brother, Caleb Bennett, scoffed. "This is hilarious, sis. You should've seen the look on your face. Did you seriously think someone was stalking you?" My older brother, Adrian Bennett, teased, "How are you still this easy to scare after all these years?" My best friend, Maya Grant

He was always making stupid jokes, even at the worst times. “That’s not funny,” I snapped. “There are people’s lives we are talking about, the pack members are counting on us and also the alpha, it’s only a matter of time until people start moving out of the pack,” I said, although I was also considering that in case things went sideways. “Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, raising his hands. “I was just trying to lighten the mood, you know, humor is a coping mechanism.” “Well, it’s not working,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Anne let out a soft cry as Justin bit her nose gently. "Don't always say shoot. It's so unlucky. I really was almost shot to death." Justin lowered his head and placed it on Anne's forehead. His voice was hoarse and his words contained too much sadness of the past. Anne was stunned for a while and she naturally understood that her joke was not funny. She wouldn't mention it anymore in the future.

He said it in a childish tone. "Oh really, but I though your name was Caleb." Jazz replied playing along. "Oh no, I am not Caleb. He disturbs people who want to be left alone but ME, I am Mr. Laughter people enjoy my company." "Oh really?" "Yes." He said it continuing the same innocent tone in his voice. "Shall I tell you a joke?" "Please go on." "Once there was an old man who died at a very young age hahaha..." He ended his short joke with his own laughter

Josh laughed briefly. “Good idea, even if it's a little further away, at least it's not jammed, so you don't feel the time on the road, haha,” Jane chirped nonsensically. Josh just smiled broadly at the woman next to him talking nonsense theory of the road. “Ugh, you… don't laugh at me. I can hear you laughed,” Jane chirped briefly after seeing Josh's expression which was holding back laughter, “Josh stop that naughty smile, haha,” Jane laughed leaking Josh who was focused on looking at the road.

He has been making me feel like he wants to court me but I don't take what he says seriously so he can't court me formally. "When the crow turns white, I might answer your courtship," I joked to him with a smile. Anjo just scratched when our colleagues at work laughed when they heard my answer to him. We are better off like this. Making everything a joke rather than taking it seriously because he would only be hurt by me.

“And . . . they’ve been teaching us how to use them." I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE EXPERIENCING A STRONG SENSE OF déjà vu,” Saul says, but no one laughs. I wouldn’t describe the Northwest seconds as the jolliest of bunches, but they usually tease each other, dish out jabs, and exchange inside jokes that go way over my head.

“What’s the answer?” Nathan asked me, getting impatient. “Chill bro,” Alice told him. “Don’t you have any sense of humour left in your life?” “You’re the last person to talk about humour here, you laugh once in a week.” Nathan told her. We all broke out laughing. I wasn’t laughing at Alice; I was laughing at Nathan. He was being so serious, all for what? Did he think I was going to mention Yoké? “I fell out of a plane and survived!” I announced before Alice could think of a come-back. “Crazy, right?”

“You have called me stupid on multiple occasions, told me I lack brain cells and what else.” “It was all a joke!” Christian defended his actions, but maybe if he never made those jokes in the first place, we wouldn’t have been here. “And I’ve never laughed, not once,” I told him. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.”

“Hey, no brooding. This is an adventure, not a prison sentence. Let me distract you.” She turned to him, her expression wary. “What are you going to do? Tell me one of your terrible jokes?” “You wound me,” he said, clutching his chest dramatically. “But yes. Absolutely.” He cleared his throat, adopting a serious tone. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” Riele blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Why?” “Because they don’t have the guts.” The joke was terrible. Absolutely awful. But Riele burst into laughter anyway, the tension in her chest breaking apart with each giggle. Jay grinned, triumphant, as if her joy were his greatest victory.