Witty Writing Novels & Stories

I murmur the words tasting bitter in my mouth. It can’t be Anacostia, that bitch is too dumb to even guess the way my mind works and this words are written too right for her type of IQ since her writing isn’t and would never be on par with mine! Not sure how she ever got the top spot before! I try to brush it off, but the words stick. They cling in that annoying way thoughts do when they’ve hit something real. “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒕.”

Except I will not write it off. I wrote it thinking it would be a clever joke, but now I realize I only wrote it to speak. About myself in a hateful way Yes, I will not write it off, because I mean something behind it People were standing in front of my office to get what they needed from the inquiries, and I was gritting my teeth, and feel It was a great pleasure when I succeeded in afflicting one of them, and I succeeded in that very much. They were fearful cowards, and that is normal,

Amazing. I sighed and wrote: Against the law. Fiancee? Ladies and gentlemen, I already had a title. I rubbed my hands together and started writing. Like all the other times, the words practically flowed on their own. The spaces were being filled in and the adjectives appeared almost alone. I just put the fingers and inspiration was responsible for the rest. I wrote very fast because when G returned to the world of the awakened living I was finishing page 25. I am usually slower writing. I am a lot to erase, to think again ... But this was coming out of my soul.

Wink, wink. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Another round of laughter erupted, moving me miles away from my patience. "Or a big black cat," "Guys," The leader of the bully called, I could see excitement brewing in his mischievous eyes, "Since it is so obvious that she is not a witch, I was thinking since witch is spelt, w-i-t-c-h and if you take away the w, you would be left i-t-c-h. But you could replace it with a B so that you would be left with a bitch!" Waves of deafening laughter filled the air as the bunch of idiots rolled on the dusty floor, laughing their ribs out.

“You just attacked his men. That’s not exactly what allies do to each other.” He purses his lips thoughtfully. “Isn’t it? I had no idea!” I roll my eyes. “You know, they say sarcasm is the lowest form of wit…” He grins wider. “Oh, but that quote is incomplete. Oscar Wilde actually said ‘Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit but the highest form of intelligence.’” I scowl. “It doesn’t change the fact that it’s not nice. It’s self-serving.” “How so?” I take a deep breath, eager to talk and distract him so he won’t decide something uncool. Like hurt me, for one. I need to stay alive until Kaan finds me. “It aims to belittle the other person and make the one who uses it feel superior.”

"See? There it is. Thump-thump-thump. Like a little rabbit caught in a snare." "Let go," I hissed, yanking my hand back, but the contact only heightened the tension, my skin tingling where he'd touched. Sarcasm was my lifeline now, the only way to fight back without crumbling. "Wow, Nolan, poetic. Comparing me to a rabbit? Is that your best line? No wonder you have to resort to breaking into rooms—you clearly suck at actual flirting."

So what do you think of a girl who “laughs at the end of his speech” Lian turns to be facing him: What do you mean? I think there is a hint in your speech to something. Maxus smiles, showing his fine teeth. You're a really clever girl and witty too. Add "cool" to them because you're really amazing. Lian sighs impatiently: What did you mean by "in a sarcasm similar to his"? Ah, add to it that you are really crazy. Maxus laughs:

“Pѕѕhhhtt, lіkе I’m аnуоnе’ѕ monkey. You’ve barely gоt a brain сеll to rub tоgеthеr іf wе’rе talking аbоut actual іntеllіgеnсе then I think you’re wау оut of your lеаguе, mауbе juѕt ѕіt thеrе аnd lооk рrеttу.” “Fuсk you, Elіjаh, уоu thіnk because уоu’rе ԛuісk wіttеd wіth thаt ѕmаrt mоuth that you’re аbоvе everyone else.”

"I swear, you are such a ding-a-ling!" "Will you stop hitting me?!" he growled, rubbing his head again. "I'm already dumb and you are making it worst!" As much as I was annoyed with my best friend, I couldn't help but laugh at his statement. True, Wade is a bit slow, but he isn't that retarded slow; but for making him admit to himself that he's dumb, it's just taking the piss. Oh, the idiocy of it all... "Glad to be some amusement to you," he said, clearly annoyed. "Geez, I might as well make a career out of being a human punching bag."