Dumb Stories Novels & Stories

DIABLO There are dumb things people do sometimes. There are really dumb things that should never be done. Then there is what just happened. Dumb things include not collecting shells after shooting someone. Really dumb things include forgetting to sweep a room for bugs before talking about the latest shipment due at the docks. Then there is sleeping with April. She was taken without protection. Right now, she could already be pregnant.

Asha My name is Asha, and I’m a pretty average girl. I have average-length hair, a normal-shaped head, and thank heavens my hairline is still intact despite my love for sleek ponytails. My face is nothing close to stunning beauty that would make people turn around and maybe hit a wall while looking at me. And, no, I am not ugly either. Although I am not short, I’m not too tall either. I’m part of a baseball team, so the regular practice has left me toned in the right places, but I admit I have a bit of a pouch in my lower belly that won’t go away, no matter how much I work out. So, I’m not anyone special, but more of an average girl who can blend into a crowd. I would have said I have an ave

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I slipped and stumbled a little before steadying myself . “Okay” she repeated ,no smile not even a blink just an answer. I pumped a fist in the air and shouted yes . She looked a little taken aback before recovering. “ I’m guessing you’re a light weight but don’t worry I know a bomb cocktail you could try …just you wait “ I almost kicked my heels together as I walked back to the counter ,smiling ear to ear . AFTER WORK. We closed up the diner at 11pm ,it’s Friday so we could sleep in tomorrow and let the baby workers do the work tomorrow.

“Where is she?” Lora pointed at where Dementia was, still hitting her head on the wall. Looking at the small fairy, the Sluagh shrugged her shoulders and turn back to Lora. “Well that serves her right my child. What is it that you want her to do that she couldn't?” “I asked her to make someone fall in love with me, but she started telling me different stories.” Lora said eyeing Dee with her eyes. “Lora, my child, Dementia is a weak fairy but don't worry you have me, I will do that for you, all I need is his full name.”

​I heard his voice in the Vermont cellar, clear and resonant across the four hundred miles of mountains and forests. ​"What's the rule, Thomas?" I asked. ​"A world without a script is a world without a cage." ​The "Billionaire's Debt-Bride" was a title from a story that no longer existed. I looked at Damian, his face etched with the lines of a man who had finally found his own work, and at Bianca, the daughter of our enemy who had become the architect of our peace. ​"The story flows nicely," Damian said, echoing the very first reader from the very first day.

Demonte’s POV: What the fuck? It was an insane vegetable love story. I was supposed to show her some romantic movie but what the hell was this. All of a sudden a lady finger emerged along with some cucumbers and sung and dance hilariously in front of us. I had never seen something so much stupid and something so much rubbish in my whole life. Was it for real? How can they make such and stupid story where cauliflower falls in love with stupid cabbage and the villains of it are some weird looking pumpkins and the eggplant are their stupid wedding invitees.

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?”

He could hear the faint hum of the crowd, the shuffle of papers, the sound of the host introducing him. “And now, we’d like to welcome Ryan Calloway, a second year student who has shown remarkable courage in sharing his truth through storytelling.” He walked onto the stage. Not shaking this time. Not afraid. He looked out at the sea of faces. He found Daniel near the back row. Marcus beside him. And he began: “For a long time, I didn’t think I had a story worth telling. I thought I was overreacting. Too emotional. Too dramatic. But when someone makes you smaller than you were meant to be, it takes time to remember your full shape again.”