Skeleton Jokes Novels & Stories

“Try me.” I grin. “Why don’t skeletons fight each other?” He smirks knowingly, and before I can say it, we both answer at the same time, “Because they don’t have the guts.” We freeze, then burst out laughing. “God,” I say, shaking my head, “we’re actually pathetic.” “No, we’re hilarious.” He bumps my shoulder with his. “That’s an important difference.” *•*•*•*•*•*•* After dinner, I take a shower. Levi’s laid out clean clothes on the bed again. I put them on and go to the living room. I laid out a newspaper on the coffee table earlier, I wonder if Levi would like to play crossword.

She tore a piece of a baguette off and dipped it into the sweet water fish stew as they spoke. “Well, I like to spend occasional afternoons playing video games. I like watching cartoons on Saturday mornings, especially Scooby Doo reruns, and I often d******d jokes on my phone and read them during boring business meetings.” Sandra thought of this handsome man in an expensive three-piece suit, reading one-line jokes. “I just realized I don’t really know much about you.” “What would you like to know? Ask me and I’ll tell you anything.” Sandra took a sip of her tea and thought about her answer.

“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.”

"Hugo, did you hear that? She told me to think about the consequences. Oh, I'm so scared." Only when she'd had her fill of laughing did she turn back to face me. "Jillian, what makes a swindling fake socialite like you think you can act so high and mighty in front of me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm doing the world a favor by making sure you don't go out and prey on other men." I had completely lost my patience.

A message bubble lit up under his name, cheerful and oblivious. Just another one of his dry, stupid jokes—something about his dinner being so terrible he was convinced the restaurant was trying to assassinate him with undercooked chicken. He'd probably attached one of those ridiculous GIFs he was always finding, something animated and silly that was meant to make me laugh.

“Do you think this is real?” Ren turned to see what I was holding and let out a surprised yelped when I made a sound and swung the skeleton to him. I laughed at his reaction as he snatched it away and placed it inside the gap in my dress. It was my turn to scream as I felt the bones of the snake piercing my skin. “DAMN YOU, REN!” I screamed as I danced around as I tried to remove the blasted skeleton and knock the shelf in the process. Ren chuckled headed over to one of the tables while I busied myself from dancing and finally got rid of the skeleton.

Skeleton chuckled, having barely scraped through the fight, and he let out a triumphant laugh. Truth be told, he had not expected to win; it was more of a shot in the dark. His cronies, thrilled by their leader's victory, piled on the praise. "Boss Skeleton, you're the man! Knew you'd come out on top." "Haha! This place is Skeleton Hall's turf now." "The moment the boss stepped in, Viper didn't stand a chance." The hotel erupted in cheers, with Skeleton Hall's crew strutting around like they owned the place.

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.

Where all the confidence came from before I have no idea but I suddenly feel very naked. “Yeah, I wasn’t quite ready to meet the chain of my life so I thought that I would try breaking out of these first” He states. My head whips toward him as I arch my eyebrow wondering what he meant. When the joke finally hits me I guffaw with laughter as I brace my hands on my hips. He wiggles his eyebrows at me and I laugh harder than before. “That was a terrible joke” I say through my chuckling. “Oh yeah, I’ve been wracking up jokes to tell you for the last year. You just wait because they are going to get so much worse” He says as he smiles at me.

My presentation papers went flying into the air like startled birds, scattering everywhere. They burst out laughing. “Come on,” Sandra mocked, “construct a perfect sentence without sounding like a broken record.” They knew I couldn’t do it. I knew that too. But who was going to explain to them? And even if someone tried, would they care? Probably not, to them, I am nothing but a joke. A living, breathing target they could poke for fun.