Dumb Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

"Come on, what's the problem? Are you still not comfortable with us?" I shook my head saying no. "Then what?" I turned to Chrysler, ready to ask a question. If he doesn't answer my question, I'll push him down. "You..." I said, his eyebrows raised as if asking what. "What's your problem? Why are you like this to me?" I asked him, he suddenly became mute. I smiled quietly, this is why sometimes you better answer a question with a question too. But make sure your question would really make the other person dumb or speechless.

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?”

"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."

“Always so cocky, huh?” “Like I will always say, it's called confidence,” Dominique smirks as he says. “Alright. Twenty Questions. Who asks and who answers?” “We'll take rounds. You'll ask, I'll answer. And then I'll ask, you'll answer. Honest answers only.” “Great. You go first.” I say, dropping the sucked lemon slice on the coaster as I take small sips from my drink through the little straw. “Give me a short bio about you.”

I had so many questions in my head, but only one I think they can answer me. "Hey, can I ask everyone something? Can someone please explain the whole mate thing?"

Ah, I will call Annie. Start dialing Annie's number. Ring. Ring. "Hello, what's up,?" Annie from the other line. "Hi, Annie. Are you busy? Can I ask you a question?," I said, quite hesitant. "Yeah, I'm free now. What is it?" she replied. "Please don't laugh at me and please don't ask me any question. I just need your answer. Okay?" I requested. "Yeah, sure. Okay. What is it?" Annie sounding puzzled.

I paused. "You cannot ask any question linked to the previous one...each and every question should be unique...." I said. "Fine" he said. "No uncomfortable question...i will have the choice to abort the question..." I said. "No...its not fair...and there is no such things like uncomfortable between couples..." He said. "But.." i started. "No if and buts...i will not ask you any uncomfortable question...okay?" He said. "Okay. My first question is your happiest moment?" i said.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

The wet squelch that escaped as I settled made my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Right,” he said calmly, “I’m here to type up a CV that is more accurate for your new job role. Please answer all of my questions truthfully. Let’s begin.” His questions were even more explicit, delivered in a professional yet dominant manner: - Full name and age? - Exact measurements? - Skills: vaginal sex, anal sex? - What is the longest cock you can deep throat? - How many cocks can you handle at once? - What slutty outfits do you own?

"Mum says that's the first question you ask because it tells you whether someone actually knows what they're doing or just knows what to say." The table went quiet.