Ask Me Questions Novels & Stories

I scrunch up my face. So many questions I could have asked, so many answers I could have received. But now's not the time for personal problems.

“Stop deviating and answer the damn question. Do you have feelings for Asher? Tell me the truth, I can take it.” I braced myself for impact. I would not be surprised no matter the answer.

"I'd like to ask you some questions. About your childhood. I understand it may seem like an unusual request, but I promise there's genuine purpose behind it, even if I'm not yet ready to explain the full reasoning." The request surprised me, though something in his careful, deliberate manner kept me from dismissing it outright. "What kind of questions?" "Your earliest memories," he said. "Anything from before you can remember clearly. Fragments, impressions, anything at all, however small or strange it might seem."

"Humm..haha..it's the first time that you ask me this question..well for your answer..humm..maybe two.. How about you?" "Answers are not free! " "That's unfair! How much cost the answers then ?" "Come on top of me! " "You're crazy! No way! " "Come ,and i'll give you all the answers you want to know! "

I stop in front of you at a safe distance and cross my arms, seriously: — What do you want? — Well, I’m great, Doce.... And my trip was great too. How nice that you’re polite to ask me that. - irony X with a singing smile. — What do you want? - I ask again. — Do you want an honest or polite answer? - Question X standing and approaching, forcing me to take another step back. — If you have nothing to tell me, I have things to do, and I don’t have time for that.- I say, pointing to him.

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."

I inquired trying to start a conversation. “Why’re you asking me this many questions? Don’t you have a meeting to be at or something?” She snapped, arose from the table, and walked out of my sight.

I asked her because that's a lot of questions right there. "Oh, sorry. Uh, what are you doing... ha... How did you get in here?" She asked while stuttering and checking me out from head to toe. "Well, what do you think?" I asked her, trying to see if she could guess it. "What do you mean?" She asked me back. And fudge, we’re just answering each other's questions with questions. "Hmm, I guess this question portion will not end, so I should ask you first. Where's your broom?" I uttered, and she showed me a puzzled face. What can I do? I need answers.

"Shouldn't you go first?" "No, I don't know about the game and you brought it up so you go first." I laughed. "Okay, what's your favorite color?" He said with a smile. "I really don't have a favorite color so I don't know. Oh wait, I think it's black or any dark color." I nodded. "That's good. Now, you ask me any question." "So, you mean I can ask you anything?" "Yes, you can." "Okay. How many girlfriends have you had?" I asked, feeling nervous on having to ask.

"How's that arm of yours? Did it heal fully yet?" "Yeah, it's all good. But how did you know about my arm?" Type ask in confusion.