Funny Psychological Questions Novels & Stories

Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it. "Have you ever had sex with a woman? If yes, what position do you prefer?" What the heck, Ashley?! What kind of project was this?! Fudge! She was so annoying. He almost crumpled the paper in frustration but spotted another question. "What is your biggest regret?" He froze. His high school ex-girlfriend flashed through his mind.

If you were a werewolf I would spare only you. ‎ ‎"Really?" I asked with hope in my eyes. ‎ ‎"Of course, if a wolf is as beautiful as you, who am I to judge..." He bent down, his eyes tracing me. ‎ ‎"You are not serious!" I pushed his face away as he giggled. ‎ ‎"But seriously why do ladies like asking funny questions like - 'if I were a chicken... If I were a worm...would you still love me?"..." He bursted into laughter. I took a pillow and threw at him. "Shut up!"

My luck, it seemed, was spectacularly awful. Then began the Q&A, where the eager students asked him a bunch of nonsense. The questions from the audience were as predictable as they were insipid. "Mr. Knight, do you have plans on getting married soon?" followed by the truly cringe-worthy, "What type of women do you prefer? Why don’t you tell us your type? Are you gay, or perhaps bisexual?" The audacity of it was almost comical. Even a hushed query about a rumoured fiancé failed to faze him. He answered each question with an unsettling politeness, his smile unwavering.

He thought to himself, still chuckling at the extent his mind could go to imagine answers to questions. "Why are you laughing?" Emma asked. "I have never heard of anybody's age been funny." She stated, folding her arms more tighter and upper on her chest. "Don't mind me please. A crazy thought just somehow made its way into my mind." Anthony responded, in a bid to placate the human who was already looking like she was ready to flare up.

"Of course. I want to know how demented your mind is. Considering we barely talk." "Okay. How about this? I ask you a question and if you can answer it honestly, I remove a piece of clothing while you ask me a question of your own, if I answer it with sincere honesty, you remove a piece of clothing. But you probably wouldn't want to do it, right?" "What was your most awkward moment?" Olamide blurted out almost immediately.

A REMINDER TO REMEMBER “Can I ask you one slightly personal question?” Sierra voiced as they exited the gym, the words had been on her mind since the night before and she only just bucked up the courage to ask it, “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” She added, knowing it would increase her likeness at getting an answer. Boy did she regret taking that psychology class in college now. “Okay.” He answered steadily, agreeing to her terms.

His eyes light up. “Does this ‘no harm in asking’ rule only apply to flirting or can it apply to other questions too?” He asks. I shrug. “I don’t know. I just don’t answer questions I don’t want to answer.” I conclude. “Perfect, In that case, what is your favourite colour?” He asks politely. “Huh?” I respond dumbly. “Your favourite colour. What is it?” He repeats. “Purple?” I respond. He nods seriously. “A good choice. I like green"

sge asked still acting surprise. “Retail store, do they sell dick there?” I asked her another question but this time around not waiting for her to respond. “No, no, scratch that… How long is the cock” her laugh after what I said only annoyed me. She could barely stand as she started laughing letting go of her bag. “What is so funny?” I asked raising my voice and she could tell that I was not joking around. “Do you think I am a fool? What do you take me for?” I slammed the cup against the table causing the water to spill over.

I looked pretty decent in them, god bless face tune, and got to the questions. They were all over the place. They asked about my favourite colour, but they also put me in hypothetical dilemmas, where I had to write out a response. I don't know why, but I still took it seriously and put in my honest answers. By the time I reached question two hundred, I had completely sobered up. I fell asleep somewhere around question four hundred.

“Doesn’t matter. They don’t fight. Different continents.” “But if they did?” I pressed. “Inane,” he said. “That’s what you people do though, right? Ask pointless questions?” Suddenly I was different. Confident. Cocky, even. I jabbed a finger toward him. “Like, ‘What would I do if I saw a fire in a movie theatre?’ Put it out? Alert the manager? Run? You take these innocent answers and twist them to make sane people sound unhinged.” “Is that what you think?”