Verbal Sparring Quotes

“Like, where's he really from?"
Eden crumples the napkin in her fist, her skin prickling. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, you know what I mean. Is he Korean or Japanese?"
A flicker of annoyance makes Eden work her jaw. "What's it matter?"
"He just looks so much like that guy from that K-pop group." She snaps her fingers, straining her two brain cells for a name. "Taehung? Or Mingyu? I guess it would be alright if he's Chinese, too, but..."
"You need to piss off," Eden snaps, slowly rising from her seat. "Right now."
"What's your problem?"
"Look, I'm going to give you the benefit of a doubt here and say that you're clearly too sauced to be thinking straight, but what you're saying is... Yeah, just ew."
"I just want to know more about him."
"Then how about asking for his name first?"
"You're making this weird."
"You handled that all on your own when you asked where he was really from.”
― Katrina Kwan, Knives, Seasoning, & A Dash of Love

“I appreciated the text you sent me. I didn't even know that site existed. Riveting reading."
"Wasn't it, though? You really can get a sense about people when you hear from those closest to them."
"I couldn't agree more. In my experience, you can get a better sense by viewing them in their natural habitat." He glanced around the kitchen and dining room in my habitat.
Game on. I lowered my tone. "For a real education, you should have showed up early, Deputy Douche."
He gave a bark of laughter, drawing the attention of the whole room. "Javy, please. No need to be so formal."
"Javy," I cooed. "Best be careful." I put my hand to cover my lips away from the others, all secret-agent like. "When becoming too comfortable with your prey, you can get a false sense of security and become devoured in seconds, never to be seen again.”
― Kate Young, Southern Sass and a Crispy Corpse

“Venom by Stewart Stafford

Thou art the Great Pudenda;
The usurper king of Puck's Fair,
Miasma ague, a goat's smear,
From a reeking jakes' baited bear!

Thou dost hurl thy feeble barbs,
Witted pits 'gainst an impregnable bard,
With dagger'd quill to etch thy epitaph,
Far-outliving thy quarrel's shard.

Toad-spawn at the gates of Hades;
Cast out from its cursed ground,
For the dunghill art thou fit,
With its foul beetles all around.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford