Dumb Questions Novels & Stories

He was never going to tell me. I knew this so I never bothered to ask. “ Can I ask you something? ” The words slipped out of my mouth on their own, bringing Damien out of whatever trance he was currently in. Damien had never zoned out. Never. Not from the time I knew him atleast. “ One question. ” He warned as his eyes narrowed down. “ What is love? ” What a stupid question I could ask from all the questions hitting my mind all at once. But then again...

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?”

I asked, I knew my tone berated with annoyance, which was against my earlier plan, and I inhale in gently, almost unnoticed by the other occupant, "There is no list and you are not a conquest."/Damien said, "Oh! So if I am not a conquest, what am I?" I asked, "Your question turn has passed, it's my turn to ask now," He said, Right! I nodded, "What are your kinks?" "Huh?" "What are your kinks, what are your trigger points? Those are the kind of questions you ask in truth or date, why the fuck are you asking me questions as if I am in kindergarten?" He derided,

Paisley asks, furrowing her brow. “That’s just an expression that means, where he went wrong or the mistake that took him down the wrong path.” I explain. “And in Daddy’s case that’s thinking that we’re better off without him.” “Mommy, that’s not an error, I think the word you’re looking for is just stupid.” Parker points out, quite astutely. “I love Daddy, but he’s being a big dumb-dumb.” I purse my lips to hold back my laughter. My pups know better than to call other people stupid, and in fairness, I’ve never heard them lob the word at other children. Still, I can’t argue with Parker’s assessment. Ethan is definitely being a dumb-dumb.

A clear voice cut him off. I slowly raised my hand and stood up from the back row. “I want to apply too.” The classroom went completely silent for a moment. Then it burst into laughter. “Xena? Is she crazy? She wants to take the provincial exam with a 20-point score?” “She’s just there to make up the numbers, right? Haha.” “She probably can’t even remember the formulas. She’ll just embarrass the school.” Mr. Watson’s smile froze. His brows came together into a deep frown.

Light in complexion and almost spotless except for the tiny dark birthmark on her forehead, which makes her look like an Indian lady, voiced out. "I partially agree with the part you said, they keep going on without stopping. After all Dumbi who is still an undergraduate has seven kids with seven different ladies. But you shouldn't judge all igbo men according to what you have seen or heard, you are trying to say all of them are like Mr Nzubechi, That's a stereotype." "You are right. So who is dumbi? " she asked, blowing hot air on her finger nails. "Kenechukwu's younger brother. Wait did I tell you he's back? "

I narrowed my eyes at his playfulness and cleared my throat. “I’m going to be dividing these tutorial questions into 1, 2, 3, 4…” I counted till everyone was included. “7. We’re seven in number and we have 14 questions here.” I almost groaned out loud. This was overkill if we were being honest. “Why don’t you just do it and we’ll…” GG1 looked at her two cohorts, calling on their support. “...check if it’s right.” I almost laughed. Instead, I narrowed my eyes at them. Dumb, Dumber and Dumbo. Some things didn’t need a reply but I itched to talk and talk I did.

I walked to the poster and read the bold typed words. “If two’s company and three’s a crowd, what are four and five?” “Susan has four daughters, and each of her daughters had a brother. How many children does Susan have?” “How much dirt is in a hole that’s two feet by three feet?” “What goes up but never comes down?” “What is the end of everything?”

Sienna's P.O.V. Mav squeezes my hand. I am terrified of these demons, but I refuse to let them see it. We will win. We're stronger than they think we are. "The only ones who are going to die are the three of you. I forget your names. Are they Dumb, Dumber, and Dumbest?" I ask them. Their eyes flash from black to white.

"You are not dumb, are you?" This question made me feel humiliated, but against them, I couldn't even gather the courage to breathe loudly.