Confusing Questions Novels & Stories

I said quietly, and several heads turned toward me. "But I don't think I'm supposed to. I think whoever sent them wanted exactly this confusion, no clear answer, every territory suspecting every other territory instead of looking at whoever's actually responsible." Kael's eyes met mine, something sharp and approving in them despite the exhaustion of the last hour. "That's a good read." "I've had a lot of practice lately noticing when someone wants me distracted from the real question."

“I can’t be sure Alpha, maybe we need more blood?” Blood? From who? God I am so confused! Why is everything I can hear a question? I want to know what’s going on in the outside world! If my brother is ok; if Virginia is coping; how my parents are, and my siblings. Back under the thick smog of unconsciousness I go… I have so many questions that need answering, so much to say, so many people to apologise to, and thank for saving me. I have so much, too much bouncing around in my head that it’s actually causing me a headache!

"Do you really think that is the best thing to do? I am just fed up with everything. Look carefully at those faces. What do you see? Tell me. What do you see?" " I see people that are confused about what they really want. " Steve replied. " That is the point, Steve. And you seem not to see it." " What point? You are confusing me right now." " You just said it. They are confused. Those men and women are confused. And that confusion needs to be cleared. How can no one offer any reasonable explanation to all that has been happening in the country for sometime now? Does it even make any good sense to you?"

But everything is so confusing. Ughh. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

, She asked in concern. "Only by answering a question", He answered quickly. "What kind of question?", She asked in a dilemma. "My question is that when you had read the name of that movie, you could have told me the name of another movie as well. You could have told me a lie, but why didn't you do this? If I had told the name of the film that you have told in front of all the teachers, then you know what could have happened then why did you tell the truth by not lying to me?", He asked in Confusion.

Someone asks, “Wouldn’t that confuse things?” “Yes,” I answer. “Briefly.” “And that’s the point?” “Yes.” We bring in voices that don’t share our vocabulary. People who ask naive questions. People who challenge assumptions we consider settled. The first session is uncomfortable. Not contentious. Just… clumsy. Someone asks, “Why does everyone here speak so carefully?” The question hangs. Another asks, “What happens when someone doesn’t grow the way you expect?” There’s no immediate answer. We’ve grown used to questions that fit inside our scaffolding.

older woman nodded her head and her gaze fell on Roslyn again. “Is Pa getting any better?” asked Roslyn as she stared at her sleeping father. He looked much older, with visible wrinkles on his face; Roslyn’s mother said nothing for a minute, she glance at her husband too with an inaudible sigh. Well, thank God he’s still breathing.” She began, “often he gets confused about his environment, and he can’t get out of bed without my help. Your Pa doesn’t eat much and he hardly sleeps at night he only sleeps when he feels less pain.” Mrs. Williams began to tear up; she fumbled for a handkerchief in her bag and wipes away her coral eyes. The agony she feels in her heart had gotten to her face and

I’m confused. I’m baffled. I’m torn. Was it just a dream? Or a glimpse of the future? Either way, what does it all mean?

Lucian's question pierced through the gathering and aroused questions. I raised my brows and stared at him in confusion. Why were they asking such a question when they were fully aware that there was no eyewitness? "Eyewitness?" The beta muttered, confused as well. The beta's confusion was palpable, and the assemblage seemed to be exchanging uncertain glances. Lucian's question had thrown everyone, including me, off balance, and it was clear that no one expected him to ask about eyewitnesses. Killian's gaze still lingered on me, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were piecing together a puzzle. I felt a sense of fear, unsure of what he might be thinking or what conclusion he might draw.

How? I let out a slow breath, the frustration bleeding into it as I realize I’m just going in circles with no direction. I hate not having answers. It bothers me so much and usually drives me to the edge of insanity. My gaze lifts, meeting Gabe’s in the rearview mirror just as he looks up. “You okay?” he asks, his gaze searching mine. I shake my head. “I don’t think so… but I will be once I get some answers.” He nods, but I can see the confusion in his eyes. He can join the club because I’m just as confused about this whole thing as he is.