Funny Sarcasm Novels & Stories

he confessed), had an unhealthy addiction to bad puns, and somehow managed to make every conversation feel like foreplay without crossing a line. When I complained about my endless meeting schedule, he wrote: At least you’re getting paid to look gorgeous and pretend to care. I rolled my eyes and typed back: You have way too much confidence for someone who can’t make cereal. Confidence is a survival mechanism, Firecracker. So is sarcasm. Then we’re a perfect match. That one made me pause longer than it should have. A perfect match. I shouldn’t have liked the sound of that as much as I did.

I asked, "So, Miss. How is it going with the Dark humour guy? Any update so far?" "HA! Dark humour! He's the funniest guy, I've ever met. Didn't you hear that line of him? I mean he called himself motherfucker; oh my, that's the kind of humour I love. Every time he cracks a joke, it makes me head over heels for him. And not forget his awkwardness around girls" the sarcasm was dripping from her mouth. But that changed my mood. And we both started chuckling, "He's not that bad!" I exclaimed. Right? He's not that bad.

"I knew right then she wasn't cut out for the big leagues." That was a recital when I was eight years old. It was my first time facing such a large audience, and I did get stage fright. But Rhys was the first one to rush onto the stage to comfort me back then. He told me, "Maeve, you played wonderfully. Those people just don't understand music." Now he was using it to humiliate me. Laughter echoed through the room, and my cheeks burned. He was mocking me in public, turning my past humiliation into a punchline.

Just great. “I…uh…I wasn’t referring to you, or anyone here,” I said quickly, trying to recover. “I said it out of instinct. When I see someone I dislike.” He nodded slowly, then said, “Well, I’m sure they must be a real asshole for you to feel that way.” I couldn’t help it, I almost smiled. It was strange, being sarcastic at a funeral, but his tone wasn’t sharp or angry. More… intrigued. Observing.

I know I'm not brandishing a hero now, I'm brandishing a hater, deceitful, liar. Let it be! It is a pleasure for me to know the inner workings of myself. You hate to listen to my moan. Well, to hate it, I will try to I make my moan as unpleasant as I can... You understand nothing yet, gentlemen. is not it? So I have to explain it more, so that you may understand these minutes joy. Are you laughing? This is so much fun. But my jokes and sarcasm are ridiculous, truncated, vague, lacking in self-confidence.

Another round of grumble blessed my ears and when the complaining words ended with that tone of annoyance mixed with sarcasm, I cracked up again and harder. “Emotional and you?? Good joke.” I laughed while holding my stomach. “Haha, very funny…” sarcasm dropped off the words as N spoke. “I know, right!!” I teased, breathing between the good laugh I have Suddenly a thought surrounded my mind and I couldn’t help but smile only at some memories that were similar to this and certainly were the best of the times of my life. Remembering the good old days when such banter was more often… when laughing and jesting was the most common thing between us. I was pulled out of our halcyon memories when N

She said sarcastically while her friends are laughing mockingly. "Oww really? Then why are you here? Are you also a bitch trying to make fun with a bitch like me?" Sashi replied with so much sarcasm. She also heard the ghost Clark laughed behind her hardly. "What did you say? You really is a slut! You didn't even have any regrets that you're the reason why Clark is lying in a bed now! Because you're such an attention seeker!" Larah's voice echoed in the covered court. Sashi is already pissed. She gritted her teeth before facing Larah again.

I asked him. “What's so funny?” he asked, irritation laced in his voice. “You're so funny, uncle. Sometimes, I wonder why you didn't go into comedy.” sarcasm dripped as I spoke. “Your highly respected Karl Palmer has been arrested and you are here laughing. What's so funny?” “Why would anyone dare to arrest Karl Palmer? Can't you just think of anything else that could sound real?” he spat. “You know what else won't be real to you? Your life in jail,” I countered.

He laughed as a response to what I've done to him. "What's your problem? Do you really think that she's about to scold us?" He burst into laughter. I felt as if I was too slow to not realizing that early. "You're annoying more than words allow me to express," I said and furrowed my eyebrows. "You're so paranoid, you jumped to conclusions. Don't blame me if you are easily deceived. To be honest, that was unplanned, I don't think that you're gonna buy that one." His voice laced with sarcasm. He shook his head as if he was disappointed. I sighed loudly in frustration.

I said. He laughed mockingly. “You really are shameless. Aren’t you even intimidated by me? I mean, most people who talk to me, most of the time are formal or intimidated. I can’t even joke around because my sarcasms are taken seriously, sometimes it’s quite annoying. I’m getting sick of it.” “Really? That’s how plain your world is? Oh god, I prayed to have the same status in life as yours but I didn’t know you were this boring. I’m sad for you,” I even scorned.