Opinions Questions Novels & Stories

"I'm not sure yet. I'm sitting with it." "Good. Sit with it." "You're not going to give me an opinion?" "You didn't ask for one. You're telling me where you are. Those are different things and I've learned to tell them apart." He held my gaze. "Though if you ask for one, I have one." "Tell me."

he asked casually. “Yes, but briefly…” I replied. “What would you chose?” he smirked. “Sir… you would really want to know my opinion?” I was a little surprised by that. “Yes. I am a businessman, but I would like to hear you out as a consumer and a viewer. You watch tv, don't you?” he chuckled.

" At some point he did ask for your opinion right, so my question would be, did you do what you did when you had to wait for me or did you just vote for me because I'm just gonna pick another. I know it's a confusing question but I just need to get clarity." "Did anybody tell you that you are confusing the daylights out of me right now, at work I'm much more different from matters within the gang and since I'm friends with the person who is in charge and I've been friends with him since diaper days. We dance ideas off each other and we keep each other secrets so cause he's going to ask for my opinion about you and he was reluctant at first because he knew that you and I were in a relationshi

"Let's ask G****e!" "I AGREE!" He cheered as he moved right beside me. I typed in, "why is pink not the opposite of green?" and the question "why is red the opposite of green" popped up. "Great." I frowned as I scroll down for answers, "Even G****e is not sure with the question." "I KNOW SOMEONE WHO DOES!" He grinned happily as he grabbed my phone from my hand and did some pressing. "HEY SIRI!" "Oooh Siri, she knows everything." I agreed while clapping my hands. I scoot closer to him. "I'll ask the question!"

“She’s not wrong.” “What do you mean? I ask questions all the time. I think I annoy people with how many questions I ask.” “Those are training questions or school questions. This is a boy question, otherwise you would have brought everyone in and gotten opinions.” My jaw drops open. “Stop derailing the conversation and ask your question.” She claps and jumps up on the bed motioning Jena to follow.

I should be addressing them, but I stood stiffly beside him, trying not to tell them to shove their damned opinions up their asses. "Any questions?" Robert asked. "Yeah," Someone said, a snarky look on his face. "When does the real CEO arrive?" Robert glared at him. "If there aren't any more reasonable questions-" "I have a reasonable question," Another guy raised his hand. He had to be the only one who didn't look like he hated my guts. He pointed at me as he continued. "And she has to answer it." Okay, I could do this. "Go ahead,"

You had to get yourself out of the shitter. "Do you want my personal opinion or my unbiased one?" I asked and hobbled closer to her. She seemed to take me in the closer I got. Devoured me inch for inch. Couldn't settle on the one she wanted. I saw the cogs turn in her mind. Wheels spun and smoke was about to appear when she finally spoke. "First tell me why you have a personal opinion about them. How do you know them? What have they done wrong that I haven't found out about yet?" I couldn't escape those piercing eyes of hers. Or the intensity of the room.

I said softly, silently hoping I haven't passed my boundary. "Well, do you do this everytime?" "Do what." I asked, trying to decipher the look on his face. "Ask stupid questions," he replied, boredly. "This is really a dumb question you know, you can actually believe or make any presumptions you want. Harsh tag, free word. We are in a free word. We are all entitled to our opinions. " "Off point, are you interested or not? Just quit wasting my time." He asked with a menancing tone.

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he corrects. “Lucky Eric,” I muse. “Can I ask you something before we go downstairs?” “Sure thing.” “How do you not worry so much about what other people think? I never used to give a shit and then fate threw me a curveball and now suddenly opinions matter to me and I’m not really a fan,” I say putting my hands in my pockets.