Sardonic Humor Novels & Stories

What kind of madness was going on here? “Answer the question my dear,” he said and smiled, deliberately trying to annoy me. But I clearly understood his sarcasm and I wasn’t going to fall victim to his mockery. “No, I’m not answering your question. Not because I don’t know the answer, but because I can see through your sarcasm and your attempt to ridicule me as if I was a child.” I said, trying to make him understand why I was not going to anwer his question. Eldric looked at me, somewhat impressed and then he smiled.

The last was a sarcasm making me want to laugh but she frowned and my laughter disappeared almost immediately I saw the frown on her face. "Sorry sorry sorry Ciara_ I wasn't laughing at you. The sarcasm was just funny. You said she's good at her work, I know she's not doing any work so_ I thought you were probably just joking around. I am sorry if that upset you_ So, please continue, I wanna hear more."

Luna says after a moment, her voice dripping with sarcasm that cuts through the tension like a knife, "my mind is feeling so wonderfully clear and untroubled after receiving this latest bit of information." The sarcastic way she delivers the statement, combined with the exaggerated eye roll that accompanies it, makes me burst into laughter that I'm completely unable to control. The sound bubbles up from somewhere deep in my chest, part hysteria and part genuine amusement at the absurdity of our situation. "I honestly don't know what to think about any of this," I say, shaking my head as my laughter subsides into nervous giggles. "But there's absolutely nothing in her little performance that

“Uh…air. Just air.” He glanced up then, suspicious. “You’re strange.” “I get that a lot.” [System Tip: Try humor using self-deprecation. Humans find it relatable.] I sighed. “Dream, if I die under your management, tell my funeral guests I was killed by deadlines and your resting glare.” His fingers paused on the keyboard. One heartbeat. Two. Then, very faintly, almost inaudibly, he exhaled through his nose. [System Alert: Micro-laugh detected. Progress 75%.]

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.

He shook his head, putting a hand over his bike like it was the Oscar award. I blew a breath. "It will save us time and energy resources. Use your brains for a change." "I do use my brains, you should too. Oh wait! You don't have any!" He exclaimed in mock horror. "Of course not! That's precisely why Mrs. Finn assigned me tutor you. Oh the irony!" "Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit." "It is the only answer to stupidity." "Haha, you aren't afraid of motorbikes?" He asked, changing the subject.

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 wanted to be alone for a while! I felt a tingling in my heart, and I felt pity, and I stared at it tightly and calmly, and I said, But... the doctor's diagnosis may be wrong! Or maybe... Or maybe a joke? I stared at him in incomprehension, and he made a faint sarcastic voice, but he quickly burst out laughing and moving his face! He muttered between his laughter, "This is so much fun." Oh my God! I understood it and said impatiently and indignantly, You are silly! Do you think yourself funny? It's not as cute as you think.

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 laughed, knowing that I had hit a sensitive spot. But then, Sophia suddenly looked up at me, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Actually, my ex-husband was a cheapskate," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "He took me to the most luxurious place he could afford... the McD*nald's drive-thru." I burst out laughing, unable to contain my amusement. Sophia's joke was hilarious, and I was impressed by her quick wit. As I laughed, Sophia smiled, looking pleased with herself. "I'm glad I could make you laugh," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement.