Dumb Questions Novels & Stories

“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.”

“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!

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.

So deep that you need to think about your answers. “I’m not dumb and I just wanted to ask questions that would pop in my head. And you always answer my questions so what's the fuss?” He rolled his eyes at me, making me laugh. “So, why do you want to be here?” he asked. “Huh?” I looked at him, confused.

I don't know my left from my right here. And now they wanted me to handle a project worth more than my entire life savings. Samira slid a croissant onto my plate like it was a peace offering. "Take a deep breath," she said. "This is why you have us." Theo drummed his fingers against the table. "Alright, advice time," he declared. "Everybody, one piece of wisdom for our rookie legend." Tasha sipped her tea, looking thoughtful. "Mine is simple," she said. When you feel like you don't know what to do, ask questions. Smart people are never afraid to look stupid."

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

He did not even try to answer each question and just left everything blank. “What is this?” I ask when Lukas is already standing in front of me. “Did you get any issue with the questions?” “No,” he curtly answers. “And so?” I ask. He didn’t follow it up. Instead, he just looks at me as if I am asking him nonsensical things. “Lukas, can you explain why you did not answer any of the questions?” “It’s stupid.” I raise my brow. “The quiz questions are stupid?” “I don’t see why I will need to know the answers to those questions to succeed in life.”

“You’re the dumb one, idiot.” “At least I’m not dumb enough to think I’m the Easter Bunny.” Scarlet shot back. “So you are dumb?” Kaileeh asked with a smirk. “At least you know it. Now, if you’d just learn to tell the difference between sarcasm, clueless one.” “I just think you’re jealous,” Scarlett spoke. “Of what?” Sage asked. “Oh, yes. Bimbos like you just make me extremely jealous. I want to be an airhead just like you when I get older. You know-“

“Enough of your silly questions. Let's start our work, so we can go to bed early. I don't want you to pull an all-nighter.” It's cringe and corny, but who cares? "Dean, aren't you smart?" I randomly asked again while opening the FORPOL book. “We have varying types of intelligence. For me, I am not dull yet not a prodigy,” he replied while typing in a micro document. “Does it mean you can explain if I ask you a question…” This time he looked at me because I put a cliffhanger on what I was going to say. "Question like?" he replied.