Opinions Questions Novels & Stories

We were born on May 21, despite being four years apart from him. "Boxers of Briefs?" "Briefs." “Coke or Sprite?” "Coke." “Burgers or Pizza?” “Burgers.” “Country music, or Metal?” "Metal." I frowned. Rearranging the list of questions in my head. “Action or Romance?” "Thillers." “Coffee or Milk?” "Coffee." "Orange or Apple?" "Orange." “Cats or Dogs?” "Both." “Soccer or Basketball?” "Soccer."

“Thanks. And yes, I’m married to a wonderful human being, and we’re expecting.” “That’s so great. Also, people have mixed opinions. It doesn’t matter what they say as long as you’re happy.” “I am. And yeah, they don’t have a say in my personal life.” I felt like the next question was going to make me blush. I read the list of questions but didn’t have answers in my head. “How did you two meet? How long have you known each other? These are only two questions that I have picked from thousands of comments on your I*******m post.”

He was locating it carefully, precisely, the way he located most things, with the particular honesty of someone who knew the difference between what a thing felt like to him and what it would feel like to a stranger arriving at it from the outside. "They'll have opinions," I said, at some point. "Yes." "About me." "About the situation," he said. "Some of those opinions will express themselves as opinions about you. That's…" He paused. "That's not something I can prevent. What I can tell you is that their opinions won't translate into actions. Not against the Alpha's, not against my word." "But I'll feel them." "Probably," he said. "Yes."

she asked. The man shook his head. “Oh sorry. My bad. I didn’t mean to ask personal questions. Please ignore me,” she said. The man smiled but stays looking at her. “Is there anything that you want to say?” she asked bravely. “I’m sorry but could I bother you?” he asked. “What is it?” she asked. “I’d like to get a lady’s opinion on these statements,” he said. “Ah…go ahead,” she said. “Please….don’t laugh,” he said.

I say. “You’re asking me why I’m with someone I care about.” She beams. “Yes.” “And you think that’s a reasonable question.” Her smile falters “Well, I mean...people are curious. ...” “People are always curious,” I cut in smoothly. “That doesn’t make their questions intelligent.” A beat. The air shifts. Just a little. She recovers quickly. “I’m sure they’d disagree,” she says lightly. “I’m sure they would,” I reply. “People disagree with facts all the time.”

Georgia said as she was sweeping the floor without even bothering to glance in his direction. "How are you too sure that it was my fault?" He annoyingly asked as he plopped himself down on the couch. "Is it not?" She questioned with a pointed look as she glanced at him over her shoulders. "I was merely stating a fact and she misunderstood my statement. Is it too wrong to state my opinion?" "Depends on whether your opinion is in the right or the wrong. You have the right to state your opinion as long as you're in the right position to do so." She reasoned out.

, I admit! “So what is the issue, baby?”, she asks. “I think how everyone else is judging me for it”, I say. “Well, you know what, Lala, people will judge you whether you do or you don’t, so you need to do what makes you happy and stop worrying about everyone else’s opinion. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one”, she says, causing me to break out into laughter. “You’re not mad about me for lying to you?” I asked her.

I say. The girls look at me again. “You can’t attack someone directly anymore,” I continue. “People love defending the underdog. What you do instead is ask questions.” “What kind of questions?” Amber asks. I slide my phone across the table so they can see the screen. A poll page is open. Is Hazel using Jaxon? “People answer questions without thinking,” I say. “Especially when the questions sound reasonable.” The girls exchange glances. “So we post things like that?” Chloe asks slowly.

"You think so?" "Yes." "I think so too." "Then why did you ask me?" "Because I wanted your opinion." "What? Why?" "Because I needed your input." "I don't get why you wanted to meet me when for just this one question." "Isn't one question good enough?" "Well, you made it sound like it's more urgent." "It is." "Sure." "No, really. There's more to it." He plugged in the equation and started working on something. Then he showed her and said, "What do you think of this? Do you think we could use it to find more profitable stocks?"

"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.