Funny Questions That Make You Think Deeply Novels & Stories

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

Aurora grabs the remote and clicks on an old episode while I light the fire. Four clues come up on the screen, one at a time, we all stare at the screen, the girls explaining the connection. Luke and I stare at one another and burst out laughing. There is no way we're getting anything right in this quiz! "See what I mean?" Aurora laughs, settling down on the sofa. "Once you watch a few, your brain starts to think the way theres does and then every so often, you get a question right." "Kinder eggs are banned in America." Billy says, more to himself than anything else, when they bring up the next question.

She deadass did save my life but something in the back of my mind kept telling me that was not the reason I was agitated to meet her. "Then tell me what the fuck the reason is, you stupid brain." I yelled into my pillow, muffling the sound to the point where it almost sounded non-existent. I'm not one to play mind games, I just wanted to know the reason. Did you get the pun there? I'm so fucking funny. I know you're shaking your head thinking of what a stupid pun that was. But you know it was fucking lit. Maybe I should go into Comedy instead, I'm too funny for Urban/Realistic/Drama. Imagine my next stop being called Life of Eve: Comedy and Puns. What do you think?

I am trying to analyze the situation slowly and think of a way to survive] "Hmm," he sounded. What does that sound even mean? did I sound dumb? Or is it funny for him? [Why didn't you kill me?] I did it. I crossed the line. I did a big mistake what can I do now? "You didn't answer my question. How is a human child made?" The mere question was enough to make me blush. It's not him. Me being 18 years old who is soon to be 19 have no experience in certain aspects except learning small bits from erotic novels.

“I wonder what that chicken would say, should it have been alive Mabel? It’s meant to be eaten, you know, not played around. Didn’t your parents not tell you not to play with your food?” “Well, I am just asking some questions.” “And what might those be?” “I was asking the chicken if the man seated next to me is an imagination or a hallucination.” “Which man?” “There, chicken? Can you hear? Am I having a hallucination or do I have an imaginary friend?”

ARYA When would these logical questions end? I am tired. "What goes up and never comes down?" Zanaya read the clue. This friend of mine was not obviously haggard. As for me, I'm sweating profusely. I pondered the answer to that question. "Sus! Basic. Age is the answer there," I replied confidently. Zanaya laughed. "Okay, let's say age is the answer, but how's that, where's the next clue there?" Chris queried.

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

My brain was screaming run, but I couldn’t exactly exit a spinning circle without looking suspiciously dramatic. “Uh… truth?” I mumbled. They all leaned in, grinning like predators. “One thing you could do. What is it? Give us one idea.” My throat went dry. Everything I thought of sounded ridiculous or incriminating. My first thought a dumb, awkward, 100 percent true thought slipped out before I could stop it: “Ummm date somebody online?” The room froze for a split second. Then, laughter exploded. “Ohhhhhh,” one kid howled. “Yes! That would be crazy!”

“We didn’t mean anything by it.” “I know.” I do know. That’s the scary part. Because most people don’t wake up planning to make somebody feel small. They just… don’t think. They chase a laugh. They want their friends to think they’re funny. They never stop to wonder how many little jokes it takes before someone starts believing them. I know because I did exactly that. “You guys play football?” Three confused nods. “You know what happens if somebody misses an assignment?” “We run.” “What happens if somebody blows a coverage?”

Not in this lifetime. "What are you thinking, Lily?" "Nothing." "Why are you suddenly quiet? Tell me what's on your mind." "Nothing. Just things..." I lied. "Just like?" "Why do people yawn and why is it contagious? Why is it a sign that we are sleepy?" I heard him chuckle. "Seriously?" "Would you like to hear more? I was thinking, what if it's a man who visits every month and-" "What? Where will the blood come from?" he abruptly asked suppressing a laugh.