Funny Unanswered Questions Novels & Stories

As he reads the question on the paper, I notice his eyebrows raise in excitement. Without reading it out, he hands the paper to me and it read. 'How many people have you unalived?' With the last word written in the upper case. "I guess that question should have been for me." Quinn says. "So?" "None!" "Of course." He whispers. I shake my head and pick the next paper. "Would you rather have your best arm get cut off or ...eat Maryl's pussy?" I looked up at Quinn to catch a soundless grin on his face. I hold the paper down and he is now jerking slowly in a quiet laughter not even bothering to collect the paper from me.

Chapter 142: The Listening World At first, people mocked the question. Of course they did. Networks filled with jokes, edited clips, and sarcastic responses. Some treated it like a game.Others like a threat. A few insisted it was manipulation disguised as philosophy. But despite the mockery, people kept answering. That was what mattered. Millions of responses flooded through the system every hour. Students, Scientists, Workers, Artists. Entire communities debating possibilities that had never been discussed at this scale before. Not because someone demanded it.

"Humor me, West. Why would the opposite of green be pink?" "AHA!" He beamed, "Why will it not be pink?" "Uh..." Did he just end up asking the same question? "I do not know." "Guess." I raised an eyebrow and shrugged my shoulders. I told him my unsure answer. "Because it is uh, pink...?" He chuckled deeply and this mysterious look sparkled in both of his eyes. "Why?" Creeped out, I raised both of my arms up in defeat and asked him awkwardly, "Whyyy are you asking me these questions?

"This is your handsome wellness coach, Adrian! It's been a while, so for tonight, drop your questions for me, and I'll try to answer them." I decided to make it a fun, light-hearted Q&A session. No medical questions, just general wellness tips, lifestyle advice, and maybe a little bit of personal stuff, if I felt comfortable. My fans loved the idea. The viewership skyrocketed to 100,000 in an instant, a testament to their loyalty and support. I scrolled through the comments, answering questions about everything from meditation techniques to healthy smoothie recipes. Then, I saw it. A question that stopped me in my tracks. A question that I badly wanted to answer, but knew I probably shouldn'

A young voice pierced through the crowd and I sighed. “Who said that? Stand up for me for a minute.” A young kid, maybe eighteen or nineteen, stood up, his phone held up, filming. I smiled and waved. “I have a question for you. Is your girlfriend hot?” “I…I…don’t have a girlfriend.” My eyes widen in mock shock, and I could hear a few chuckles in the crowd. “If you don’t even have a girlfriend, why are you asking if my wife is hot? If she is a model? Do you think your next girlfriend is going to be a model?”

“Why do you ask?” The two rookie undercover spies could only sigh in disappointment as they are faced with another seemingly dead end. Although one of their questions was answered and it opened a path for them to take, and yet there is still a mystery lurking behind them that needs to be solved. Who was the voice in the rest room last time they were here?

"Trust me, once he starts sharing facts, he doesn't stop." "I can stop." "You won't." "I won't." The table erupted into another round of laughter. It felt... effortless. Like we'd all known each other for much longer than a single morning. I continued flipping pancakes while the conversation bounced from one random topic to another. Elliot kept asking Jamey ridiculous questions just to hear his answers, and somehow my little brother always had one. "What animal sleeps the longest?" "Koalas." "Most bones?" "The python has around eighteen hundred."

'Is it something fun? "No, it's not fun!" She closed her eyes. "Don't ask me so many questions. You're just a child, why do you have so many questions to ask?" Can't he see how embarrassed and uncomfortable she is right now? He really has no sense! Frustrating!