Dumb Stories Novels & Stories

This won’t be the first time it would be happening to him. He had come on some dates in his early twenties, and they all had ended the same way. The girl would come. She would smile, start the conversation, and in a few minutes when she would stop talking or ask him some question, it would all be over. He would tell her by signaling with his fingers that he was dumb and couldn’t speak. She would open her eyes wide. Some would stay for a quick coffee or lunch out of politeness, others would make some excuse and leave. Then there were those who would get up immediately and with rolling eyes would shout how their parents or friends (whoever had set up the date) had duped her and not told her sh

A life spent looking backwards misses all the beauty that lies in front of it. Your parents aren’t perfect. You might have realize this. But you’re pretty darn smart. So, like I said before, we have to forgive ourselves or the coulda, woulda, shoulda, fear and anxiety will creep into a crack of our weaknesses, and overcome us. Please know we’re not perfect, and we will never claim to be. Our personal journeys have stories to tell. THAT’S for sure. When it comes time for stories, though, talk to me first… because chances are your father’s are going to be inappropriate. HA!

A man hit by a car in New York in 1977 got up uninjured, but lay back down in front of the car when a bystander told him to pretend he was hurt so he could collect the insurance money. The car then rolled forward and crushed him I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

I never thought a stupid prank by my so-called friends would change everything. It was supposed to be harmless. A silly dare during a weekend hangout at my house while Mom was away visiting her sister. They tied my wrists with fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, spread my legs with soft ropes to the bedposts, and left me in nothing but a tiny tank top and no panties. “Just for ten minutes,” they laughed, snapping pictures before running downstairs to “hide” and wait for my reaction.

“Okay, dare. I dare you to do twenty push-ups right now while you describe your most embarrassing hookup failure in full detail. No skipping parts.” He grinned like he was enjoying this way too much. Jax dropped down to the floor in front of the couch, peeling his hoodie off in one smooth move so he was just in a tight white t-shirt that stretched across his chest and shoulders. The muscles in his arms flexed as he started the push-ups, smooth and controlled, sweatpants riding low on his hips. “Alright, embarrassing story time,” he said between reps, breathing steady. “Last semester I had this girl over after a game.

“Your big cock is hitting so deep daddy….. Do not stop fucking me. Make me squirt all over your dick while you pound your daughter’s roommate.” Mr. Thompson grabbed a fistful of my long hair and yanked my head back, arching me harder as he slammed into me with savage strokes. “Then cum, you slutty girl and soak my dick with your juices. Show me how hard you cum when an older man destroys your greedy little pussy.”

" A bleak chill spread through me. I suddenly remembered those first few days when I'd just learned that she was pregnant. I'd been so excited I couldn't sleep at all. While thrilled, I'd also been worried she'd blame me for secretly poking holes in the condoms, and that she wouldn't want to keep the twins. Later, when I saw that she seemed happy about the news, I assumed she'd finally come around and wanted children now. I never imagined that this was all but an utterly terrible misunderstanding. While I was secretly patting myself on the back for how clever I'd been, had she actually been letting out a quiet sigh of relief? I let out a bitter laugh, feeling like the biggest fool of all.

Laura: I’ve always been good at pretending. At school, I’m the quiet girl who gets straight A’s and smiles politely when teachers praise me. At home, I’m Daddy’s little helper—setting the table, folding laundry, saying “yes, sir” when he asks me to do something. But inside my head? It’s a different story. Lately, the thoughts won’t leave me alone.

" He was such a bastard! I buried my head against his chest and punched him with my fist. My ear was pressed right against his heart. The thunderous sound of his heartbeat flamed my cheeks, and an aching feeling filled my chest. Feeling rather hesitant, I refused to speak. Unhappy with the way I was avoiding the topic, Keane bit me. But when he heard me cry out in pain, he hurriedly appeased me. In the end, he buried his head in the crook of my neck defeatedly. His voice was glum as he mumbled, "You really are deaf—deaf to my heart." When I saw how despondent he was, my heart twinged as well. For some reason, I didn't want to see him looking so down.