Dumb Questions Novels & Stories

" She took a seat in one of the chairs set for the visitors on this side of the desk as she eyed him irritatingly. They had been having an argument that Damien refused to give in. On the contrary, Ginny was bent on getting an upper hand and also win it against him. "Why don't you simply answer my questions, Damien?" Dramatically she slapped her hands on the desk to show how pissed she was of him. "The faster you respond the quicker I will sprint out of your cabin." She leaned forward. "All you have to do is open your arse-like mouth and fart!" But Damien won't budge. Even towards the choice of her words. He rolled his goldens with a twist of mouth. He started his laptop with a scoff as he sa

I've just recently found out that I was switched at birth. Anthony Jefferson, the person who was raised in my place, and I end up joining an academic game show together—but he encourages everyone to ostracize me. "Sorry, Noah, but everyone on our team has a postgraduate degree. I don't think you'll fit in with us," Anthony says. Immediately, all the other contestants refuse to form a team with me. In fact, scathing remarks about me flood the internet, making me go viral. "Why did a brainless pretty boy like Noah Jefferson join an academic game show? He's obviously going to drag his teammates down!" "I heard he just returned to the family after spending his entire life in the countryside

I never thought to call them morons, but here they are acting more stupid than morons. Me- I don’t understand their thinking. What is going on? Duke- It’s like the TikToks where the girl is asking about pickling cucumbers, or the one about where hair grows from. I can’t believe this level of stupid exist in my own bloodline. All Duke does is a low growl. “Can you three hear me?” I ask loudly, breaking their mindlinks. “Yes, Father,” they all answer in unison. I slap all three upside the head and dismiss them.

Damn him, He answered my question so smartly that I was still clueless about the fact whether we were mates or not. . . . #TBC

Guess I'd start it then. I sneaked a glimpse of him to see that he was so concentrated on the one plate he was drying. “Hey. How about we do twenty questions?” “What's that?” My eyes widened in shock, and I held a soapy hand on my chest. “What? Are you telling me you've never heard of twenty questions? Every young person knows it, even the old ones. That's not true.” “I'm not like everyone else. And I don't relate with humans, so it's perfectly normal not to know. It sounded childish anyway.” He continued rinsing and drying, leaving me with my mouth hung open and eyes still wide as a saucer.

I looked at her again like she was the dumbest person in the world, then she frowned. “Why? I’m just asking a question.” Seriously? Is that even a question? It’s clear that mermaids are only mythical creatures and she would believe in those stupid kinds of stuff? “Are you sure you’re feeling well? It seems that you didn't have enough sleep and started asking dumb questions.” Then I howl with laughter.

“Where am I supposed to sleep?” I’m used to this kind of stupid question. It’s posed like it’s something innocent, something genuine or fun, but really it’s a way to politely bash down a door that shouldn’t be opened. A harmless, kind of why not innocence thick in the tone. Underneath, there’s nothing innocent there at all. But Momma and me know, when we hear this Barney the Dinosaur bullshit, to pretend we believe the words are genuine. Everyone’s pretending something. Always. Anyways.

Why are you so dumb? “Vivian, tell me the truth, are you okay, didn’t something happen to you?” Mrs Hart asked, I wanted to know as well, there was no way someone could be that dumb. “Nothing happened to me, mom. Am fine, why do you ask?” Mrs Hart released a sigh.

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 wonder how I always end up being called the dumb one. “I don’t know, use your stupid brain” Scott said. “Who the fuck are you calling stupid?. Do I need to remind you that my IQ is a lot higher than yours” She ranted or should I say yelled making me distance the phone from my ear. “Right now, I feel as if my own IQ is higher than yours because if you’re unable to make up a flimsy excuse, then am quite happy to say that you’re the most dumb person I have ever met” Scott said and Jer starts to try and break the argument and talk about the situation at hand but the two idiots are not listening. I immediately cut the call, if I listen to their argument one more time, I will literally commit a