Funny Unanswered Questions Novels & Stories

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The press conference had been thrown together at the last minute, and Rosalie was practically shoved in front of the reporters and cameras for photos and a live broadcast. Reporters thrust the photos in the air, demanding answers. "Mr. Searle just released new information. Ms. Lardner, isn't this you in the photos with the blindfold?" "Did you frame Ms. Monroe for hiring escorts just because the Lardners and the Searles are sworn enemies?" "Ms. Lardner, answer the question! Is that you in the photo or not?"

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“One younger sister, engaged. She was the reason I was trying on wedding dresses that day; she had a conflicting appointment. Your turn to go first.” “Ok. Question 3. Have you ever had a boyfriend?” “Yes, all humans. You?” “Boyfriend? No, never.” He smirked. “Touche. Next question.” “Question 4. Are you a virgin?” I spit out my lemonade. “Wow; no warm up. Just straight to the private questions.” “You said nothing was off limits.”

Max had some liquor stashed in his car's trunk, so we've been playing Twenty-one Questions ever since we got here. In this edition, there are no forbidden questions, but none can be repeated. If we choose not to answer, we must take a sip from our bottle. I just wrapped up my eleventh question for Max, and he's just asked his. "With you," I reply with a poker face, and his eyes widen as he nearly chokes on the fiery alcohol. "You're fibbing," he eventually asserts as if it's common knowledge, and I can't help the laughter that escapes from deep within me.

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

Where do I belong? My question went unanswered.

He should as well have a cold shower than having to play a question and answer game he remembered playing when he was 5 with a hard-on. "Please," she pleaded pouting and because he was a fool and had a weakness that started with M, he settled back. "So, you are to answer a question in the next five seconds then ask a question back. Anyone who takes more than five seconds, before they blurt out answers loses." Xavier nodded in agreement asking her to go first. "Favorite pizza topping?" "Pepperoni." He smiled, "Favorite colour?" "Black." He chuckled not believing her choice of favorites as he had expected her to go for pink or yellow, something girly. "Where have you always wanted to visit?"

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.

Jane- Screw you. Hunter- Lol… let’s play a game. Hunter- Twenty questions. You in? Jane-Why do I hate this game already? Hunter- You’re hilarious. Hunter- I’ll start… Where’s the craziest place a guy has ever kissed you? Jane- Wow. It’s that kind of game we’re playing? Hunter- What kind of questions did you think I was going to ask you? Your favourite food? Or perhaps your favourite colour? Jane- I do not appreciate your sarcasm.