Dumb Stories Novels & Stories

, an adjective that never left his mouth was one of those not very kind words: “dumb, dumb” And that memory brought another, of a story that made his relatives laugh every time he told it. Yes, for his great-grandmother, because no one else was capable of telling the same story so many times with ease and skill in detail like him. "But you know that there was a time in Itaperuna that a very stupid farmer arrived, you know, very stupid " he began suddenly, as if he had already started the story and we were not paying attention. The grandchildren would stop whatever they were doing and call the great-grandchildren to come closer to the table to listen to him. Tradition could not be lost.

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 replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

Immediately I say this, the room goes very quiet. I can still hear the clink of bottles, and the shifting of bodies on the couch, but no one is laughing anymore. Why though, it was a dare they gave me----- "Tell your deepest fantasy." Why are they all so quiet now? This is embarrassing. “I…” I try to chuckle, but it comes out as a strangled sound. "It's... just a fantasy.” Still no one says anything in reply and just stare at me awkwardly. Finally, my best friend clears her throat, "Okay... who's up for the next dare?"

The forest drank the light. June pushed through veils of thorn and creeper, her booted feet sinking into the soft, rotting loam. The air was thick and cold, carrying the scent of wet earth and something else, something ancient and metallic. The stories called this place the Cursed Wood, a place where hunters did not return. June clutched the haft of her throwing axe, her knuckles white. She was not here for game. She was here for the beast, the shadow that was said to tear livestock and men apart with equal indifference.

I add as Lily shows a note to the screen, "They're SO bad, I get how it looks to someone who doesn't understand Damon's dark, dark black humor. He calls himself a 'dumb rapist' because I called him that when I found out about some of the stuff he did to the girls. I went into a rampage and beat him up, then I called him a lot of names. Dumb rapist stuck to him, I guess." "This one says, 'To my favorite pair of tits, From Your Dumb Rapist' see? That's when you throw everything you might think you know away. Because when I read that, I blushed. I imagined that deranged boy telling me that as a joke, like everything he says. Of course he's not for everyone's taste, that's why he doesn't have ma

I can't believe that someone could utter such a dumb and stupid statement. "I never knew you are this dumb. How do you expect me to tell my family such blatant lies that hold no water? Do you think my family members are fools? Do you think they don't know me well enough to know the things I can do or not? Now listen carefully Mr. Dumb Head, my family knows what I am capable of doing, and sleeping with a stranger and getting impregnated by him is not one of them. I will never tell my family such blatant lies!" I fumed in anger.

"Liking a man who doesn't like you, even when you are this amazing, young lady Chocolate, is indeed dumb. However, what about the other girls who aren't as amazing as you? If they pursue the same guy, should we also call them dumb? Just dumb?" As if a bucket of water was poured down, the ladies' expressions turned sour. "Wait a minute," the guy excused while getting his phone. "I have a dictionary application here," he said, then browsed at his phone screen. "These are the synonyms of the word dumb. It says: fool, stupid, idiot, and gullible." He stopped for a moment. Next, he looked alternately at Chocolate and the other girls.

Her POV After two hours of eating, joking, story-telling, and paing the bill, Sir Dan stood up and bid us goodbye. "Elderly people needs to sleep early because we wake up early," he said and winked at us. "Provi you would know your way through the rural area at South Bay, right? "He asked his friend. "It's, ok.. If I get lost, there's Waze!" Mr. Dalton stood up as well but he waited for me to follow after Sir Dan.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.