Skeleton Jokes Novels & Stories

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.

Their faces were brimming with delight. “It’s the God’s Skeleton! Quickly, we need to take it down!” Together with the thunderous roar of that old man, more than a dozen weirdos around them flew toward the God’s Skeleton.

Elena blinked several times, speechless. "They… brought a real skeleton?" Ignatius couldn’t stop laughing. "Ah, I like them. Finally someone with a sense of humor in this war."

My smile widened as I mindlessly took off my jacket setting it down on the leather seat. I clung to Dalton chatting with him as Enzo thought it was the time for the like of the day as he called it. It was one of those stupid habits that we had going on as kids and it kinda stuck with us and Enzo was the one with the shittiest and corniest jokes. I braced myself to hear one of his dad jokes, Dalton was holding in his laugh at the eager look on his brother's face already. "What do you call a joke without a punchline?"

"Hahahaha, why do I find you so funny now? Your face right now really makes me laugh. You're really funny. Hahahaha." Said the ghost general, laughing heartily. "What's so funny? This is all because of you, and you're the cause of it! If it weren't for you, how could I be here and become like this? You ungrateful fool!" The skeleton general was furious and kept yelling at the ghost general, but instead of stopping, the ghost general laughed even harder at the skeleton general's attitude.

But more than that, I wanted to see if I could break through that wall of composure. "Why don't skeletons fight each other?" I asked suddenly, leaning against the doorframe. Thorne looked at me, his face impassive. "Why?" he repeated, his tone flat. "Because they don't have the guts," I said, grinning. The silence that followed was nearly deafening. A moment passed, and I thought I'd gone a step too far, that he might tell me to leave. But to my surprise, he gave a small huff of air—a laugh.

(Paul) "You think cursed could spread like a plague?…well, I can get it why you think that way..if you become skeleton why not everyone becomes a zombie right?..". I guess this guy was too ignorant, but can't really blame him for that. "Wait…I think I know who's the Anchor is!!….".(Paul) The befuddle skeleton suddenly snapped from his thought and looked at me. "Who?..".

I couldn’t see his face, not that it would make a difference since he had no face, but I wondered if my question made him sad. “I’m not much of anything,” he said. “Just a guy who fucked up and was cursed to live for all eternity. But not in a cool, sexy way, like a vampire. Just cursed to slowly rot and erode. Eventually I’ll just be dust, when these bones start to disintegrate in millions of years.” “That sounds… lonely,” I said. I couldn’t explain it, but I was starting to feel genuinely bad for this strange talking skeleton. He shrugged. “You get used to it. That’s why I decided to hang out in that anatomy lab. I like seeing all of the students come and go.”

“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.

I stand up and start walking out deliberately slow, and say, “I was just drawing my brother and the room felt weird, so I asked if he was there with me. That’s when the skeleton moved.” Thinking that the whole thing is funny, he cracks a smile and I catch him. I smack his arm and yell at him, “Stop laughing at me and take that thing out of my room. I don’t ever want to see it again.” Once we get back to my room, I refuse to go in until he removes the skeleton from my door. After he takes it down, he leaves with it and then comes back a few minutes later, saying as he patronizes me, “See. No harm. It’s all been taken care of now.”