Witty Writing Novels & Stories

Catrina focus her mind on her test, looking at the questions she smiled 'simple' she thought. She wrote her test with her eyes closed ( figure of speech). Rudolf is a smart dude, though not as smart as Catrina. He write his test too without fretting about failing.

"How do you know that?" "It's a pattern that you notice." He stood there stunned. Of course, they always just jump to assumptions without thinking why on earth there was a loose criminal killing men and women left and right within seconds. Stupid motherfucker. "You noticed it. Wow that makes you the cleverest person in the whole fucking world doesn't it?" he sarcastically commented.

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” “What about ‘persistent’?” He counters. I roll my eyes. “That’s one way to put it.” “Or, maybe ‘physically strong’?” “Absolutely not.” “Smart?” “Good one.” “Right right. Insanely intelligent. That’s better.” “You forgot ‘humble’,” I retort sarcastically. “Ok. How about clever?” “That’s pushing it.” “Frustrating?” “Yes!” I give him a mocking clap. “You finally got one right.”

he said, picturing Valor with a flamethrower that he probably couldn’t even hold, let alone use efficiently. Sush’s index finger up and his animal sat, recognizing as the cue that she was about to make a point. “I don’t inject, Your Grace. I extract. Humor is always there. The ones who can’t find it are either lacking in creativity, mindful about not offending someone, or they’re mourning a loss. Otherwise, like happiness and sadness, amusement can be found in everything. It’s just a matter of perspective.” After reading her file, she was the last person he’d expected to be able to find humor in any - let alone every - situation.

Warn Daniel or he will regret messing with me I paused for a second. The sentence felt bare, like bone. I could have written it in a dozen different ways. I could have coated it with threats, with promises, with the sweet poison of flirtation. I did not. Flavors distract. I liked the bluntness. It delivered fear in a clean line.

As we perused the menu, placing our orders with the attentive waitress, Victor's playful nature began to shine through our conversation. He regaled me with amusing anecdotes, his quick wit and infectious laughter filling the air. I couldn't help but be drawn into his joyous energy, each of his funny remarks eliciting genuine laughter from me. "You know," Victor chuckled, leaning in slightly, "I once tried to cook a gourmet meal and ended up burning toast. It was quite a masterpiece of culinary disaster."

Stupid guy! He didn't just tag alone, he also stated some words; 'When you meet the right, hot, person. You've got it all. Fuck that useless git.' Wow. Useless? Git? Fuck? This guy was so stupid. He didn't have to insult me so bad. He at least knew I was so emotional. But duh, he didn't even care about my feelings. He was indeed a really smart, and pretentious guy. He played so bad. But thankfully, I didn't release my gem to him.

To he that wrote me those letters that made my day and always made me smile. Thank you. Eyes bored into his back and when he turned, he stared into her eyes. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. He spun around and walked, out of the party. ✏✏💭💭 *smiles sweetly* Merry christmas every one! May all your wishes have been granted. See you in the funny pages!（＾ω＾） P.s. that was my exit line in every of my books in w*****d, minus the cute face. ( ;

A lie told with half truth and half fake is most believable. When Su Lan was spacing out and brainwashing herself she heard Dr Ma’s speech and almost puked blood. Dr. Ma: “Oh, so this time you were smart enough to make an antidote but still stupid enough to test the poison on yourself, so smart (said sarcastically).” Su Lan: (in her mind): This person is looking for a beating! Can’t anything good come out of his mouth! Ever since he came he totally crushed his image just by opening his mouth! He definitely is the type who everyone wants to beat up once he speaks!

Well, I fucking opened myself up to that one. “As a solution to a problem I in part caused,” I say emotionlessly. “I’m going to assume by the vague answer, you don’t wish to discuss it.” “You’re very astute for a human,” I commend her. Her face slips into an emotionless mask, “Yes, we mere mortals are quite astute. We’ve also mastered fire and invented the wheel,” she says sarcastically. “Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know.” “At least one of us has some,” she says, taking another sip of her drink.