Skeleton Jokes Novels & Stories

“Hey there, I’m Marcel. Do you always look this uncomfortable at parties, or is it just tonight?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m Sarah. And yeah, I guess clubs aren’t really my thing.” “Well, Sarah, you look like you could use a good time. How about a joke to lighten the mood?” I raised an eyebrow. “Alright, hit me.” Marcel leaned in a bit. “Why don’t scientists trust atoms?” I shrugged, smiling. “Why?” “Because they make up everything.” I laughed, genuinely amused. “That’s actually pretty good.”

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.

His booming voice filled the air with glee, As he entertained us, setting spirits free. "Let's say old time jokes, shall we?" Chants of 'yes' sounded around the room. "Did you hear about the vampire who opened a bakery? He got into a lot of trouble because his cakes were always too bloody." The room erupted with laughter, a joyful sound, As we all shared in the mirth that went around. Stephanie chimed in with a witty remark, Adding to the humor, making the atmosphere spark. "Alpha Darwin, have you heard the one about the talking dog?

And here I thought you chose me" He fakes disappointment and I chuckle. "Maybe if you didn't have that grim reaper on your body. Damn, it freaks me out" I cringe thinking about it. "You say?" Dante stops and acts surprised and we laugh. "What is the joke?" The skull guy, I learned his name is Diego joins us, and I am between two males again. At least they are not trying to kill each other. "Well, she says she finds my tattoos sexy as hell" Dante winks and I gape at him. I didn't fucking say that.

I asked Bryan, taking a seat behind him. That never happens. " Weird indeed. Seems like he had a run in with his wife this morning", he joked and laughed about it. I laughed too, but not as much as I would have if I had not been married to Hazel. There was an African saying that when a bag of bones is mentioned, an old woman would not join the skit - literally, she is a bag of bones; except for exceptionally obese ones which on the contrary isn't so good considering the possibilities of heart diseases and heart failures: but that was by the way.

I can see how they really like Lindy and I can see how they are trying so hard to befriend her and be nice to her. "Oh come on guys,” I whined. “It's not that bad. My knock-knock jokes always make Silas laugh." "Yeah. They are hilarious." Silas smiles. "That's more like it!” I feel pumped. “You had to cheer him up?” Lucius asks Silas sarcastically. “Shut up Lucius you laugh at my jokes too.” I said before turning to her, “So Lindy, wanna hear one of Milo Beckett's knock-knock jokes?"

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.

Both of them ended at SS-Rank. "Interesting, these skeletons had become incredibly tasty-looking…" said Chaos. The Skeletons felt an instinctual fear as they saw their master saying such words… "Don't worry, you're allies and not food, it is different," said Chaos, petting the trembling skeletons as they calmed down a bit… However, the sight of a young man petting cracking trembling skeletons was something that those watching would leave imprinted into their memories.

He made me laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound that felt good after the fear. “Your turn,” he challenged, when he finished. “Tell me a joke. Something to keep the darkness at bay.” I thought for a moment. “Okay, okay… What do you call a fake noodle?” He raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips. “What?” “An impasta!” I delivered the punchline with a flourish, and he actually laughed, a deep, booming sound that warmed the room. “Alright, alright, that was a good one, for a rookie,” he teased. “My turn. Why did the scarecrow win an award?”

“I do not fall.” There was a pause. “No,” he said calmly. “You just look very funny while slipping.” The line went dead. I stood there for a long time. Then I began laughing again. Because if I did not laugh, I might start screaming. The televisions behind me kept talking. The city kept moving and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be the joke. But jokes can turn dark very quickly and I am very good at dark.