Confusing Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

“People who pretend to know everything.” “I definitely won’t have that problem.” “And applicants who ask too many questions.” “Do I ask too many questions?” “Well, asking questions is better than asking none. So I guess I also hate people who don’t ask questions.” I eyed him. “Now, I’m confused.” Gary made a gesture with his fingers. “If you want me to go any further, I expect consulting fees.” “I can pay you with microwaved pancakes.” “I’ll decline.” “They’re pretty good.”

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

I dropped the drink and made sure I didn't lose eye contact because I know that would scare her to say the truth. She was looking surprised at the question and kept making demonstration with her hands without saying anything. “Was that supposed to something?” I asked her, raising an eyebrow. “I…I…am just confused. I am just confused that you are asking this again.” She shrugged. “I hope you are not lying about this?” I asked. “I wouldn't lie about my friend.” She made it look like I was insane and didn't know what I was talking about. “Learn to answer questions correctly, woman.” I spat out.

In fact, she looks gobsmacked and takes a while to compose herself. “How many sugars?” I calmly ask. “What?” she responds, confusion in her voice. “How many sugars does Jacob take in his coffee?” I ask again. Her face turns red with anger. “I don’t have to answer you,” she says and starts putting on her heels. “It’s a simple question. Surely you must know the answer,” I say. “What’s his favorite color?” I ask. “What’s the first thing he does in the morning when he wakes up? Did you know that he’s allergic to pineapple?”

Little one, the impatient man makes mistakes. He rushes. He holds out his hand. The man waits patiently. He observes. He pays attention. Like a spider weaving its web, he collects information one silent strand at a time until the prey voluntarily enters its trap. He gave an example of how to pose questions that were actually subtle probes meant to extract information without arousing suspicion. "You could say something like, 'I sense a certain… unspoken tension… in our conversation,' rather than asking, 'Are you hiding something?' which is hostile and encourages denial. Maybe you have a lot on your mind that you would like to share."

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

I don’t know what he means “Yeah, you know” he looks a little awkward now. “they are going to ask bitchy and stupid questions to try and get you to respond in anger or without thinking, most likely about Leo or the asylum. Maybe just straight up make shit up like ask you if you know Leo is getting married now or something” My head whips up to look him in the eye so fast at that last part I almost give myself whiplash. “Sorry? He’s what?”

It was going to be really crazy if I could get it done that way. "Are you sure that there's nothing wrong with you right now? I feel like there's a problem but I just don't know what exactly. It's very confusing that I have to start guessing what the problem might be." I replied. "Everyone is talking about how I can help you but I keep asking them how yet they come up with nothing. It's crazy if you ask me." I replied and he stared at me intensely.

He tried to change the subject but as the new, crazy badass Luna I was, I won't stop until I get the best out of it. "Do I look like someone who is not okay? "I asked. "You are strange this morning. Why are you answering my question with a question? Have I done something wrong? What have I done?" He kept asking. I made him confused and the next thing was to mess up his mind. I would make his life more miserable than ever. That he won't think twice than to spill the truth himself.

She asked. I looked at her with confusion written all over my face, wondering what she could possibly want to ask me. We may have been friends but we didn't know each other that well. “Just ask. We’ll see if I can answer or not.” In my experience, when someone asked you a question like the one Sonya had asked, it was probably because they knew you either weren't in a capacity to answer or the question was too hard. “How did you get here from Chicago and why can’t you go back?” She asked.