50 Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.

He opens the green notebook. He has, as promised, fourteen questions. He asks them in the order he has written them not mechanically, with the specific attention of someone who has thought about the sequence and arranged it to build understanding progressively. Irina answers each one fully, without shortening, without performing patience. She treats the questions with the respect that good questions deserve from someone who has been waiting to answer them for a very long time. At question seven he asks: "Did you love him?" The table goes slightly quiet.

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.

“Okay, I need to ask you some questions, and I need you to just breathe and talk to me, and not be embarrassed or worry about anything. It’s just you and me, no one else. Have you ever been with a man or had sex when you made the decision and it was consensual and all of that?” Her eyes are huge and she swallows, and then she doesn’t say anything but she just shakes her head no, so I take a deep breath and go on, “Okay, another question, and as I said please don’t get embarrassed or think anything negative about this, but have you ever craved sex or wanted sex, or have you ever been turned on or touched yourself to give yourself pleasure?”

“How?” *******

"Ask away." "Do you want to date?"

I look back over at the water, and I just see our reflection again. “You may ask me one question before I send you back.” I turn to look at her, “Are there any restrictions to what I can ask?” She smiles, “A very good question. Yes, it must not be something that would give you an unfair advantage over someone else by having knowledge that you shouldn’t have.” “Ok, I don’t think it will. I mean, maybe. I’m not sure.” “Why don’t you ask me and if I can answer, I will.”

"You were only supposed to get one question." I shrug. "It's not my fault you lost count." He's silent for a long moment. "Here's the deal," he says finally. "I'm willing to go one-to-one. You can keep going, but for every question you ask me, I get to ask one of you, too." "Sounds fair." "I get to go next, of course. Considering you just got half a dozen answers out of me." "Fine," I say, though I'm beginning to wonder if putting myself at the mercy of his curiosity is a good idea.

He wants to get to know the real me, this gives me hope that I am not just a distraction for the weekend. “Let’s play that game with ten questions”, I told him on a playful note. “What game” he asked me and I can see he is intrigued. “Well we both can ask ten real questions and we need to answer honestly”. I said after thinking a little. “Real questions?” Alex looked surprised. “Yeah, questions about what you really want to know, not like what’s my favorite color or I don’t know my favorite band”, I continued smiling. “ Okay let’s play your little game” he told me and I can see he is amused.

We always did. Then Dr. Morrison shifted in her chair. Put down her pen, and looked at me directly. "I want to ask you something different today." "Okay." "What do you want from the next five years?" I was taken aback at first, having not expected that. I mean, I Haven't even thought of it. "That's a big question," I said finally. "It is. But I'd like you to really think about it. Not what you think you should want. Not what would sound good. What do you actually want?"