Playing Dumb Synonym Novels & Stories

“Not the time, please.” “I’m just saying,” I continued, my voice flat and even. I kept my hands tucked into the oversized sleeves of my charcoal sweater so I wouldn’t pick at my cuticles. “Dumb implies a lack of intellectual capacity. Mr. Rivers has capacity; he just chooses to prioritize a frozen disc of vulcanized rubber over basic literacy.” “Excuse me?” The voice came from the chair to my left. It was deep, slightly raspy, and currently vibrating with enough irritation to make my skin itch.

You should not wear that next to ladies, because they might have to be ones without a nose to get close to you. Jalon remarked, sticking out his tongue as he lifted the dumbbell towards his chest, "You are simply saying that because you can't accept the truth that it is good." Luciana moved closer to him and stood there silently for a few moments. Jalon was a sourpuss who couldn't read the signs. He finally decided to put the dumbbell down and listen to Luciana after she hurled a slur at him. “Hey, dumbass, put down the dumbbell.” Do you think I've come to see you struggle to lift two kilos?” She poked Jalon in the brow with her finger.

The class was quiet before Leonard raised his hands and Lillian told him to go ahead and answer the question since he was the only one ready to answer the question. " in my simplest definition of pun,pun is like playing with words, but in its joke,there's an important meaning. For my example,.." He walks to the board and writes "Leonard likes colouring clothes,he dies everyday." He underlines the dies and told the class that because "dyes" and "dies" sound similar, he played with both words. Other students gave their examples too,they were actually waiting for one person to answer first and it was Leonard who didn't speak to anyone in class that answered first. His example seems disturbing t

"Oh, your brother! Goofball, really? You know what? He's actually never said my name! It's always goofball, clumsy, klutz or butterfingers! Do you even remember the time he called me ham-handed? Do you know what ham-handed means? I do! I had to go home and look it up. It's, it's it's...the same as the rest of them! Just who does he think he is? OHHH!" Katie groaned and quite literally stomped her foot.

he growled. What did he just call me ? “Dumb fuck. I said you were a dumb fuck,” he repeated. “Another word for fuckwit, chicken head, mindless fool, foolish tw*t, body with no brain, intelligence coma, mentally handicapped, cotton filled head, …. ,” I irately cut off the spastic synonym vomit of my freaking annoying wolf and hollered. “SHUT UP ! And stop eavesdropping on my thoughts. Now shoo away. I have more important things to do,” I chided the pissy hussy.

he insists, his tone firm. "I am being smart!" Shaking his head, Alex persists, "No, you’re not. This isn't a smart move; it is dumb… you’re being dumb!" "Dumb?" I question, my eyebrow raised in skepticism. Alex sighs heartily, his voice softening "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I was just trying to explain it to you. I’m doing my best here,"

He screamed, I laughed even more. What do you call it? A man of pleasure who is willing to do anything for a payment sheet called money. My employees called him male prostitute, an urban word that was foreign to me. I'm more familiar with the word gigolo, which is what the service provider used to say. "You have the right to be quiet," I whispered behind his ear, biting slightly, then releasing the monster preparing to rage down there, "and try not to make a sound at all." Without feeling the need to lubricate, I wanted to torture someone. To enter her many times full of intimidation.

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 Almond and the other girls. "What should I do?" He heaved a sigh. "I don't think these words are enough to describe the other girls. What about? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Ahh! What about..." Before he uttered his last words, the smile on his face disappeared, "BRAINLESS?" He uttered in cold tone while poring at Freesia and the other women.

“So before now, you thought I was dumb?” “I didn’t say dumb.” “You implied dumb.” “I said you got smarter.” “That means I was less smart.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is exactly the same thing, you ungrateful pregnant criminal.” I gasped softly, more amused than offended. “Ungrateful pregnant criminal?” “Yes. You sit there touching our pup and thinking sad thoughts when you should be thinking strong thoughts. This baby does not need your fear as breakfast. It needs confidence, food and maybe fewer murder plans before noon.”

"Every single thing you've seen, every single thing we've done… it's all been real. Every bit of it." Dumb. The word hung in the air, echoing in the small room. Dumb. My brain felt like it was shutting down. The last flimsy wall of denial I had built around myself, the desperate hope that this was all a misunderstanding, crumbled to dust. Lucas, who had been so charming, so reassuring, so trusted, had just called me dumb, with a look that stripped away all pretense. The warmth I had felt for him, the tentative trust I had begun to place in him, turned to a bitter, icy sludge in my veins.