Funny Sarcasm Novels & Stories

He laughed loudly, “I see giant hearts in your eyes at the sight of these little sausages and it’s too hilarious! That look you made when you saw the plate headed straight for you…priceless!” It took him a moment to temper his laughing and I just giggled and shoved his shoulder, “Hey! I have a weakness for tiny sausages covered in barbeque sauce okay? It’s terribly crippling and I don’t appreciate your lack of appreciation.” I loved how quickly he quipped back to my overly sarcastic retort, “Oh, I definitely don’t lack appreciation! If anything, I was just appreciating your weakness for them through the obvious goofy ass giddy facial expression you dropped on a dime the second you saw them!”

"I'm here to talk to you about your brother." Anya snorted, "Really? I wouldn't have guessed." "Sarcasm isn't necessary, Anya. I just have a few questions." Anya laughed out loud. "Of course you do, and yes it is. Without sarcasm I would probably be peeing myself right now."

For the second time in less than an hour, Cassie heard her boss laugh. Just like the first laugh of the day, it was a sarcastic one. The thing that unnerved Cassie about Felix’s laugh was that she had never seen him crack even a little smile. Hearing him burst out in laughter, even if it was a sarcastic one and not bred from genuinely finding something amusing or funny, was more than odd.

“It was him being extra. Look, he could’ve kissed me but he only spent like ten minutes before leaving—He’s not into me. He only wants my friendship. Think it’s high time I see that too.” She laughed at me like I was a comedy she was watching. “What?” “Nothing. You're right.” she gave a non committal shrug. Sarcasm had never felt so apparent.

I looked down. One silent tear slid down my cheek. He was still fuming. Still shaking. But I could feel it—beneath every expletive, every rage-filled line. He was terrified. Because he gave a damn. He gave every f**king damn in the world. Nick wasn’t wrong. He never really was. He was just joking—just being his usual dumbass self, trying to break tension the only way he knew how: with sarcasm and poorly timed humor. And somehow... it landed like a f**king dagger right through the darkest part of me.

“I’m not being weird.” “You shoved Tyler into a locker.” “He deserved it.” Sean laughs. The annoying kind. The kind that means he’s about to say something I don’t want to hear. “You know what’s funny?” “Nothing involving you.” “I’ve known you since third grade.” I immediately don’t like where this is going. “And?” “And I’ve never seen you act like this over a girl.” My stomach drops. “That’s because I’m not acting like anything.” “Right.” The sarcasm is painful.

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.