Funny Questions That Make You Think Deeply Novels & Stories

he emphasized. Suddenly, I felt stupid, " umm...I think I should start questioning my childhood" I scratched my head and scrunched my nose up in thoughts. He chuckled, " you're strange" and I smiled, " I'm about to ask a very strange question" I gave him a heads up which he replied by squinting his eyes. I asked, " tight fitting shirts or baggy shirts?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He tilted his head and gave me a suspicious look, " why are you asking?"" It's none of your business...just answer" I mirrored his smirk.

“I suppose it would.” Another pause followed. Neither of us seemed comfortable with silence. The difference was that adults filled silence with lies. Children filled it with questions. “So…” There it was. The question phase. I braced myself. “So what?” “Do you just sit around now?” I laughed. Actually laughed. The sound surprised me. “I beg your pardon?” “You know.” Toby sounded thoughtful. “Like… what do people do when they do not have jobs?” I rubbed a hand over my face. “I have not figured that out yet.”

The room went dead quiet when I said I would take the prize, but that quiet did not last. A second later, laughter thundered through the air. Lily Smith was the loudest, doubling over with tears streaming from her eyes. "How else could she be the top seller?" she cackled. "A woman like her has to have skin as thick as a rhino." I ignored her snide comments and kept my cool. "Just to be clear," I said, "since the company so generously 'rewarded' me with bathroom duty, that's all I'll be doing for the next three days. Everything else is off my plate."

"Of course! I know the kind of person you are and what is fitting for your mind. I am not going to come up with something you wouldn't understand. Believe me, it is a question you can answer. A very simple question I am sure will trigger your mind." Blackwheel furrowed his brows. "Sure, you can feel free to ask. I will decide if I am familiar with your question." "Alright!" Jack said, moving slowly around the room. "Have you ever used your powers to do something bad?" Blackwheel laughed exuberantly. He couldn't explain why he was laughing because he neither found the question funny or amusing. "What is funny about it, James Blackwheel?" Jack asked. "Are you going to answer my question or pre

"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.

"Why does life need to be so fucking complicated?" "Ellie, same question, and this time think long and hard before you answer: do you love him?"

the man nodded. “Alright,” said the facilitator. “Let’s rotate. Jokes, riddles, weird facts. Come on, unleash your inner campfire gremlin.” Katherine nudged Kingsley. “You better say something.” He looked at her with mock offense. “Is that a challenge?” “I’m saying you’ve been making bad jokes since 2009. Now’s your time to shine.” He raised a hand. “Alright. What did the zero say to the eight?” The group leaned in.

He said this to me while stuttering and sweating profusely on his palm. I paused for a moment before smiling because I suddenly remembered an old joke. "What makes fowl so amusing?" Arthur arched his brow and couldn't come up with an answer. I cleared my throat and imitated how fowls make noise. "Becauseeeeee!!" I declared, making both of us laugh out loud.

I said coolly, leaning back against the seat, “it’s all about perspective and what you compare it with, right? I guess if you compare yours with a hedgehog’s, it probably looks huge.” The truck erupted with laughter. John turned toward me slowly, his mouth hanging open like a stunned fish. “What did I do?” I stared at him in pure disbelief. “Do you have a brain?” I asked with deep disapproval. “WTF, of course I do,” he shot back while the others continued chuckling. “And is your brain capable of holding memories of past events?” I continued sweetly. “Come on, what is going on?” “Answer the question.” “Yes, it is.”

she groaned in frustration "You see why I say you are no fun? Can't you just stop with your life for a second and just have fun? Being too serious all the time is really no fun" "What game do you want to play?" She asked me casually not minding giving me a benefit of doubt for the moment. "I ask you twenty questions and you do the same got it?" "So it's a question and answer stuff?" She looked at me like I was crazy "Yes. So I start" "So your favorite color?" Great! Of all things to think of asking, she decided to ask about colors which to me sounded weird. "Blue" "Why Blue though" she asked staring at me with curiosity; this was the first time I would be seen her curious about a thing.