Sans Jokes Novels & Stories

I don't like this at all. "I can tell you are being very very very sarcastic. But if this is some sick joke, it really isn't funny," I say, mostly trying to convince myself that whatever Axel just said was all just part of some terrible joke. Xena has told me a bunch of times that Axel always says these bizarre things and most of the time you can't even tell if he is joking or not. This is just of those jokes, right? "Do I look like I am joking?" Axel interrupts my thoughts.

DECLAN “YOU’RE SHITTING ME.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. A statement because I knew Brennan was joking. He had to be, didn’t he? Of course, there was massive concern over the fact that he was the one imparting this news to me. After all, Brennan rarely joked. It wasn’t that he was somber, it was that he saw the world a little differently. There was nothing wrong with that considering the world we lived in was a shower of shit, but still, he wasn’t easily amused.

Jeff jokes around and laughs his ass out. “Shut up,” “Shut up!” Both Seid and I yell at his not-so-funny joke.

“Thea…” I didn’t look at him. Noah sighed again, louder this time, the dramatic kind he used when he wanted sympathy. “Maybe I… took the joke too far.” I almost snorted. Maybe? But all that left my mouth was a thin, “Okay.” He groaned and sat up. “Look… I’m sorry, okay? I took it too far this afternoon. The whole ‘don’t be a buzzkill’ thing. I was showing off for the guys. It was stupid.”

No sane group, bar a cult, would dress an unconscious woman in a wedding dress. I shook my head; it could be a joke: such horrendous pranks were popular these days. Though it is giving me creeps to not see a single familiar moron, it doesn't really bother me as I believe nothing horribly wrong can happen that hasn't already happened tonight. This is just a sick joke. It should be...

The irony of our unique bond was not lost on me, and I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. "What are you laughing at?" James asked while we took a break. "Oh, nothing," I said innocently. James pointed at my face. "Lucas, do you see that face?" "Yeah." Lucas stared at me. "Is there something you want to tell us, Shana? Something funny?" "I just like your pants is all," I waved dismissively to the tight shorts James was wearing. "Very... form-fitting." "Are you objectifying me?" James asked, mocking offense by putting a hand to his chest.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.” “Jade has a three-month rule?” I’m still snickering, but I try to hold it in with little success. I burst out laughing again. “I hate you hoes.” “We’re childish, but it’s a smart idea. You will get to know him before sex clouds your judgment. I mean, look at Santana,” Sam says, showing her support. I nod along, still giggling. “Hey, I like him without the sex.” “Keep telling yourself that, honey.” She pats Santana on her shoulder, which makes us all burst out laughing. After five minutes of non-stop laughing, we continue our lunch with our regular conversation and jokes.

He couldn't keep eye contact with me as he said that. And that was what made me just think that just maybe, he was joking. " It's not funny " I glared at him trying to pull off a prank on me with total fail. " Miss Shawn please calm down " " Calm down!?, calm down!??... You practically just pulled the worst joke in the history of comedy and you're telling me to calm down!?.. I ask you again, WHERE- IS- MY- BABY!!?" I snapped. This is in no way funny, and why is everyone keeping sober faces? Are they all in on this plan too? Is this what they occupied themselves with today? A way to hurt me?

Zayn said nonchalantly. A man was running short of breath from laughing when he said, “It’s very funny. It’s the funniest joke I’ve heard this year. The Larson Group is yours, Zayn Larson. Hah-hah. I’m going to post that online, and I’m sure it’ll go viral.”

he replied, a voice full of sarcasm. The man laughed. “I didn’t know that Zero Cohen could joke.” Zero grinned. “Now you know. Also,” he drinks into his beer, eyes in front, “I can easily crack a bone if someone will keep on disturbing me,” he added. The man’s eyes widened and scoffed. “Dude, we’re—” “One…” he interrupted. The man chuckled. “Come on—” “Two…” The bartender who had just finished putting one glass on the other side of the bar counter went in front of the man.