Short Quotes Sarcasm Novels & Stories

The words curled in the air, teasing, but with a bite underneath. She didn’t bother with sarcasm. Sarcasm was a kind of intimacy she didn’t owe him. “We’re within fire code.” Her voice was cool, impersonal, a measurement rather than a joke. Brett barked a laugh from the couch. “That’s hot.” The word bounced around the studio, absurd and oddly comforting. Paul’s head snapped toward Brett, mock outrage in his eyes. “Stop saying hot.” The reprimand was more performance than rebuke.

"That's not a valid reason though." "It's two thousand words." "You wrote three thousand on the last one." "That was different." "How is that any different?" "I was being dramatic." She finally looked up. "You are dramatic and you know that yourself. Thank God you acknowledge that.." "You just met me." "And yet I have already reached that conclusion." I pointed at her. "That was sarcasm." "Congratulations." I gasped. "You do have a personality." "Please leave." I started laughing, and to my surprise, she was trying not to laugh too. The sight of Quinn struggling not to smile felt weirdly important like I was seeing something most people didn't.

Insert sarcasm. I looked at Eula and plastered an evil grin on my face. She widened her eyes at me, looking stressed as ever. "I said, my name is Florence Mil," I said and flashed an innocent smile. "Oh, your office looks dull, by the way. It's plain and boring, the cabinets are not even well organized, and the colors... tsk, tsk, tsk... whoever designed this office has a bad taste." I shook my head and pretend to be disgusted.

“So how do you know that they are actually overrated?” “I know I haven’t started,” he responds. “Oh, so you do,” I answer sarcastically before repeating my first question. “Then how do you know volcanoes are overrated?” "They just are,” he says with a shrug. My tone is playful when I respond, sarcasm coating it too. “Excellent scientific reasoning, Theo. Aren’t you a genius?” He shoots me a look that communicates that he clearly doesn’t believe what I just said — even though it’s clearly sarcastic. “I got it from you."

Sarcasm laced every single word. Harlow let out an uneasy laugh; she had to agree, he was the most harmful person she'd ever met, but it wasn't like Harlow could do anything about it, at least she had thought that until now. "Yeah, a real keeper. Don't you think?" Harlow replied. "Oh, most certainly." With her own form of sarcasm, Mia said, "When did the dreams start?"

He gritted his teeth. “No need for the sarcasm Alex, where were you two?” “I only use sarcasm for people who are stupid.” I shot back at him. “You could have sugar coated it.” Kyle said lowly for me alone to hear. I rolled my eyes. “I don’t sugar coat shit. I’m not willy wonka”

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I ask. "Emily barely looks up from her iPad when she talks." What the hell am I doing? God is for the money, be kind on me. “You post everyday and for I*******m captions,” she says while chewing a kale salad like it personally offended her. “Keep them short, ironic, and never too deep. You’re a vibe, not a philosopher.” “You mean no Shakespeare quotes?” She glares. I write: “No Shakespeare. No sincerity. Vibes only.”

He smiled. That’s really sweet of him to say that… How manipulative! “No one is actually dumb just beacause they’re pretty or because they like to wear make-up.” I shot back. “Everyone has a brain. The proof is in the dungeons downstairs.” I rolled my eyes. “But not everyone has the talent of capturing my attention.” Archer smirked. How modest! Note the sarcasm. “That’s actually a fairly easy thing.” I replied. “You will look at anything out of the ordinary.” I shrugged.

I watch a few of them laugh hysterically at something they said. "That's all because of you. You brought everyone together with your bonfire idea." He says. "You've got a little Yoghurt on your mouth." "It's ice cream." "Oh, it matters." Sarcasm drips from his tone. I wipe my mouth with the back of my palms. "Sarcasm ruins the image, you know." He whips his head in my direction for an instant. "What image?" "You trying to be less of an asshole." "Is that what you think I'm doing?"