Funny Scenario Questions Novels & Stories

"How about we play safer games going forward?" "Like what, like football?" he joked. "Anything but Twenty Questions."

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.

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."

“Okay… next question.” The game went on like that for a while, with little harmless questions. Favorite food. Favorite season. What music we liked. I laughed nervously at some of his answers, and he teased me gently when mine were too predictable. It all felt light and silly at first, like two kids killing time in the kitchen.

“ so do I get answers for free on tests or just mind blowing sex?” “ if you deserve the first you get it” “Wanna do that again tomorrow at my office?” He asked laughing” “ what if we get caught” “ I’ll find a way to turn it to a threesome” “ what if it’s miss headlestone” referring to our fat, weird shaped dean ,very strict dean “ yeah I’ll rather get fired” We laughed and fell asleep soon

* *Chocoberries* *Most important person in my life. *Mr. Roy.* Damn it! Why did both of them give same answers? Her head spun due to stress. She let out a deep sigh, trying to think of a difficult question. *How do I look?* *Beautiful…* *What kind of a question was that?* Finally, she got two different answers but the problem was that she couldn’t figure out which answer was given by which of them. This plan had failed miserably too. A whirring sound coming from behind her attracted her attention.

I asked, already anticipating the infectious laughter that was sure to follow. She took a deep breath, mustering all the confidence a five-year-old could have. "Why did the scarecrow win an award?" We all leaned in, intrigued by Heaven's humor. "I don't know, Heaven. Why did the scarecrow win an award?" I replied, playing along. "Because he was outstanding in his field!" Heaven burst into giggles, her laughter echoing through the room. The table erupted with laughter, including my father, Angel, Misha, and myself. It was a moment of pure joy and release of tension, a reminder that even in challenging times, laughter can bring people closer together.

I narrowed my eyes at his playfulness and cleared my throat. “I’m going to be dividing these tutorial questions into 1, 2, 3, 4…” I counted till everyone was included. “7. We’re seven in number and we have 14 questions here.” I almost groaned out loud. This was overkill if we were being honest. “Why don’t you just do it and we’ll…” GG1 looked at her two cohorts, calling on their support. “...check if it’s right.” I almost laughed. Instead, I narrowed my eyes at them. Dumb, Dumber and Dumbo. Some things didn’t need a reply but I itched to talk and talk I did.

We nearly lost our lives that night, and the memory still scared us. Veran noticed our reaction immediately and burst into laughter. “Hey, relax!” he said. “Not that kind of game. This one is harmless.” Everyone chuckled, while Cynthia and I still looked suspicious. “It’s just a simple game,” Veran continued. “We ask each other questions. Nothing crazy. And we’re in the open with everyone around, so nothing weird is going to happen.” Hearing that, Cynthia and I both sighed in relief. “Okay, good,” Cynthia muttered. “Because I’m not running for my life again tonight.”

“So here’s what we’re going to do.” “Lucas, really, I’m fine—” “We’re going to play a game.” He’s already signaling the waiter. “Twenty questions, but the twist is, we can only ask ridiculous ones. Nothing deep. Nothing serious. Just completely useless information about each other.” Despite everything, I feel my lips twitch. “Ridiculous questions?” “Absolutely useless.” The waiter appears, and Lucas orders dessert without looking at the menu. “Trust me on this one.” And somehow, impossibly, I do.