Dumb Questions Novels & Stories

I wonder how smart these two could be if they weren't locked in the same room and didn't have to share their stupidity. Once again, Dumb proves that he hasn't fallen as low as his friend. He ignores the remark and immediately asks a question. "Where's the cloak?" Cloak? What cloak? Is he talking about mine? I haven't seen it in ages. Was that a question I should answer? And even if it was, how on earth could I tell them where a piece of fabric is when I'm clueless about the exact location of myself? I can't stop thinking about it- why would two rogues need a stupid cloak from me when they can basically buy or steal it anywhere?

"Liking a man who doesn't like you, even when you are this amazing, young lady Chocolate, is indeed dumb. However, what about the other girls who aren't as amazing as you? If they pursue the same guy, should we also call them dumb? Just dumb?" As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said, then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot, and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Chocolate and the other girls.

“What happened to baby?” “You hijacked it first.” “What did I do first?” “Called me baby.” “We both can say baby girl.” “No then it's an echo.” “What is an echo?” “What you sounding like now.” “I have not heard of anything dumber.” “You will see how dumb it is when you start doing it.” “Do you know how dumb it is thinking it?” “Did you just call me dumb?” “I might of perhaps.” “You might have perhaps not be getting any sex.” “You can't do that.”

It was just his name. "You don't know, who am I? You really don't know or you are just pretending not to know me?" Instead of answering my questions, he asked me some dumb questions. I called them dumb because I did not understand why would he ask me anything like that. It was not like he was a celebrity or something. Not that I have known if he really was a celebrity. And I have not seen him ever in my life. I was sure I did not know him.

“You ask a dumb question, and for once I thought the man down there has no hold on you, but clearly you think with him rather than your brain, Damien Sullivan!!! This was about to be...lit!

How to feel. "I don't know if the timing is right..." I began, but Mrs. Blan held and got right to the point. "Do you love him?" I gulped, unsure of how truthful I should be. "My daddy says, either you love someone or you don't. I heard him in class one time, and he said the characters in his books spend so much time being ob-ob...What's the word for dumb? she asked. Mrs. Blan and I both said, "Obtuse."

He was the most anti, talking about other people's problems. "Can I ask you something?" chirped Kayra. Alvaro stopped walking and glanced flatly. "What?" "Do you think we're both bad too?" Alvaro raised one eyebrow, not believing the question asked by Kayra. "Can you answer?" said Karina. "Because I wanna make sure, are you the same as the others?"

he asks me, well I didn’t mean to think that aloud, but if he heard it, best of luck. “Since you are annoying me right now, so I would like to think so” I tell him, forcefully removing his hand from my arm since he is still grabbing me, forcefully. “did she just say that” “seems like she has written her will” “Oh burn” “I don’t want to see how this will go” “Are you talking to me right now” he asks me How dumb or deaf can someone be, we are the only ones in a clash right now, and he is still asking such type of dumb of question, which makes me question his IQ

Poor guy -not nutcracker, but the person who owns the nuts that just got cracked. "Is he alright?" I -dumbly- asked Langston. "WHAT!?" He shouts through the loud noise of cheers from the crowd around us. "IS HE ALRIGHT!?" I repeated, shouting this time. "WHICH ONE!?" Which one? The one who's probably dead of course! I replied, "THE ONE WHO'S KNOCKED OUT!!" He looked at me like I'm crazy, "IS THAT A RHETORICAL QUESTION? BECAUSE IF IT ISN'T, THEN YOU'RE STUPID! OF COURSE, HE'S NOT ALRIGHT!"

Damn it. "Why do you think we are not cool? We are cool." Really? Even someone with half brain cells could see that the both of us were tripping around each other and yet I ask a stupid question. I resisted the urge to palm my forehead, maybe bang it against the wall a little bit because it was obvious that this thing happening here, between us, was making me dumb.