dumbfounded - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Upon this kitchen table, upon the wood that was once a barn in a far away land, are the old nail holes that bring so much character. In my moments of emotional dumbfoundedness, when I realise it will take time for my brain to find the words to adequately express what I feel, I let my fingers trace those ragged holes rendered so beautiful by the deep varnish hue.
Her comment was so out of character, so far from what he knew of her, he just stared at her open mouthed. His brain formulated no thoughts other than to register that he was shocked. He closed his mouth, then looked at his toes before glancing back up to catch her eye. "I think I'll go now," was all he could say.
When we get to the address I almost turn around and leave, I don't care if we've walked all bloody day to get here. Outside is a flag, but it isn't a flag. It's the biggest and baggiest pair of holey y-fronts I've ever seen. The best that can be said about them is that they're clean. I stop and draw a sharp breath. Bethany is already laughing, she thinks it's hilarious. So this is the sage we're supposed to take advice from? Some wally who thinks running his undies up a pole is the way to go.
Tyler wasn't about to wait another minute, this chick was late and he wasn't having it. Her picture wasn't that great anyway, likely there were better looking women in the club tonight - like the one coming down the sidewalk at that moment. Her hair was straight black, eyes dark, figure a perfect hour glass. Out of habit his eyes fell to her hand to look for rings. When she stopped right in front of him he prepared to give her directions, she didn't really look like she belonged here anyway, she was like a magazine cut-out dropped onto the Brooklyn sidewalk. "Hey, Tyler?"
His usual swagger fled faster than a gambler from a bookie. He swallowed. "Um, yeah. That's he. I mean me. I'm Tyler." She smiled, eyebrows raised and extended a manicured hand.
"Olivia. Shall we get out of here?" Tyler took his hands out of his pockets, suddenly unsure of where to put them. Shyness wasn't usually his gig, what the hell was going on here?
"Um, yeah. Where d'ya wanna go? I know some good places..."