Sardonic Humor Novels & Stories

I said causing Ajax to cover his mouth to stop himself from laughing, "That, and of course, that sarcasm is smart people's natural defense against the stupids." "Shut up, Nerd, you're going to kill me over here," Ajax said as he tried to not laugh out loud, reminding me that everything is funnier when you're not supposed to laugh. The rest of the class was about the same as all my other classes, though the teacher did ask me to stop making Ajax laugh halfway through. I dropped the occasional sarcastic comment or witty answer throughout the class, waiting for it to end as my social battery was drained and I just wanted to go home at that point. There was only one class left in the day, and I

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.

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 can just imagine my stone cold expression while looking at him. My sarcasm couldn’t help but show up when I was trying to suppress my annoyance towards the demon prince of gluttony. “Yeah, sure.” Again. That was meant to be sarcasm, a habit that I usually do when I am fed up with the demon brothers. However, it did not occur to me that Belzzebub might not have gotten used to my sarcasm yet. “Knock the lights out of this dumb bird.”

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.