Funny Questions That Make You Think Deeply Novels & Stories

Allen nibbled nervously on her bottom lip before her eyes were dragged away from Liam by Lilly, who apparently had just said something hilarious because Allen was close to falling off of the couch from laughter. Conversation flowed smoothly and laughter came easily like it usually did when they were all together. And as the night went on and they became looser as tiredness began to seep into their bones, conversation became that bit more absurd. "Do you think a fly without wings would be called a walk?" John asked the group, his brows knitted in concentration as he tried to make sense of his own question. May gawked at him, slowly shaking her head as she looked at David, eyes begging her to

And I really am pissed. “Aren't you going to ask how we are holding up? The state of the company, and what we are doing to get it back to stability again?” You know, forget this acerbic, beamy smirk on my lips that is enough to light up this room. If only my child was not sleeping some distance away from me, this room’s walls would be shaking from the echoes of my laughter. Like, seriously? How absurd her stupid rhetorical questions are! How cliche!

He has a reason behind every question that he asks. “If you think I did this because I thought it would be fun, you have to be fucking crazy…” I laugh, not the normal hunky-dory kind, but the kind that makes me look like I am unhinged. Raising an eyebrow at me, he watches my facial features as if he is going to catch me in a lie somewhere. “That’s not what I meant. I mean, why would you step up to the plate? Why not leave your father to deal with his own shit?”

“Your turn to ask a question.” He smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Alright. What’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done?” “Oh God,” Sophia groaned, covering her face with her hand. “This is going to be embarrassing.” “That’s the point,” Jenny said with a mischievous grin. Jacob raised an eyebrow at me. “Come on, brother. Spill it.” I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time. Hard to pick just one thing.” “Oh, come on,” Sophia said, nudging me. “There has to be something.”

“ he had some crazy ass kinks you wouldn’t believe it” “ it can’t be that bad” “ he wanted me to answer biology questions” After a moment of silence “ GURLLL WHAT!?”.

“He looks at you weird.” I nearly choked on my apple. “Weird how.” “Like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.” Kids noticed everything. “That’s very observant,” I said carefully. “I told you.” She took another bite. Then her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re thinking about something.” “I’m always thinking.” “No,” she said. “You’re doing the big thinking.” “What’s big thinking?” “When grown-ups stare at nothing.” I laughed softly. “That’s very accurate.” “So what are you thinking about?”

I'm not really sure what to do, but I want her to feel better before she leaves here. "Hey, can I ask you something?" I say. She nods and takes a sip of her drink. "Do trees poop?" I ask and she nearly chokes on her coffee before giving me a curious look. "What?" She asks. "Do trees poop?" I repeat and she chuckles a little. "Um... No?" She asks rather than states. "Of course they do. How else would we get number two pencils?" I say. When my joke lands she tilts her head back to laugh, shaking her head as she looks at me.

Yuki raised a question and I know worst things will about to happen then. Darn! Guess like the hot seat was now on me. They surely would flood my queries if ever I spilled the wrong tea. I need to be cautious of my response to avoid their sudden attention to me. “I... I was just curious, that's why.” I hesitated then let out a fake laugh. Argh! Is there another way to get through my dilemma other than laughing like an idiot in front of them? It might drive me crazy if I continue doing it so. It doesn't even suit my personality. It ain't funny.

I can be dangerous. A simple winky face is drawn next to it and I stifle a laugh, reminding myself to be silent. What is with the notes? Sure they’re fun, but what is the purpose? It’s not like mates need to get to know each other first, it’s blasphemous to reject them either way. But that’s what he’s doing. Underneath the silliness, both men ask a barrage of questions. If you weren’t imprisoned what would you be doing right now?

“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.”