Dumb As A Rock Novels & Stories

Dumb right? I bumped into someone when I took the next turn sending their drink flying out of their hand, and all over my shirt. I reached for her hand to hold her steady, she almost slipped. “Oh, my God, you have no idea how sorry I-” The woman did not even let me land. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? CAN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING? ARE YOU STUPID, OR DUMB, OR JUST PLAIN BLIND?”

It's the final countdown BADA BAM BAM BADA BAMBAMBAM The final countdown It sounded like a huge choir had joined in, one with a terrible case of industrial laryngitis. The walls really shook now as the earth itself objected to being forced to listen to a shitty soft rock classic. I’m pretty sure I even saw a couple of slimes turn around and go back the other way. I almost lost my footing as the ground gagged on cheeseball Euro rock. Luckily, these tunnels were solidly built, and only a little dust and dirt fell. My soul, however, was permanently damaged.

“Sorry sir, but please can you come again?” “I don't understand what you are saying.” Damon scoffed as his face contorted into disgust, and he swirled the drink that was in his cup, it was whiskey. “Is playing dumb one of your callings too?” He asked, flicking his hair to the side as it fell just right above his eyes. “Because if that's what you are doing, I'd like to announce to you in advance that you might end up being sorry.”

“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

I muttered mostly to myself but Trace definitely heard because he turned and looked at me. He rose his brows. "Why do you say that?" I paused narrowing my eyes slowly wondering if he was pulling my leg. I mean did he own a mirror? He was probably one of the sexiest men I had ever met. "You're kidding, right?" I told him. "I kid all the time. But this happens to be one of the times I'm not." He spoke. I rolled my eyes and gestured to him. "You literally have the whole rockstar thing going for you and you play guitar? Come on! I bet you have a tonne of groupies."