Preguntas Sin Respuesta Novels & Stories

He averted his gaze and so her lips parted and strived to concentrate on her topic. "Sorry but, can I throw this question? I know I've been a new member here, but this thing confuses me. I see that He's able, yet why some prayers don't answer? What kind of prayer is He looking for?" She paused upon the sudden question of her member, he stood up and stared at her, expecting a response.

Answers that no one could give. ‘Why does this always happen to me?’

he said. ⸻ “That’s not an answer,” Maya snapped. ⸻ Zara stood beside her, quieter—but just as tense. ⸻ “Is it yours?” she asked directly. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Because Aaron— didn’t answer immediately. ⸻ Not because he didn’t want to. ⸻ But because he didn’t know how to. ⸻ “I…” he exhaled. ⸻ “I don’t know.” ⸻ That—

A lonely feeling. A missing feeling. Later that morning, while eating breakfast, I finally asked the question that had been bothering me. "Mama?" Elara looked up immediately. "Yes, little star?" I hesitated. Because the question sounded ridiculous. But I needed an answer. "Why do I miss someone I've never met?" The spoon slipped from her hand. Clattering against the table. Silence followed. Heavy silence. The kind adults created when they didn't want to answer something. Her face went pale.

Nick said in a way that sounded more like a question. "Go on, boy, " Ruby nodded. "When you died, did you go to heaven? How is heaven like? Is it lovely? What of hell? Ugly and hot as ever, right?" Nick asked many questions which made him look very cute. "Oh, Nick! How inquisitive of you! Ok, I can't answer all your questions. I am neither in heaven nor hell for now. I still have a quest to complete before I rest in the bosom of the Lord. I need to save a lot of people from evil hands. But for now, I can't disclose everything to you." Ruby tried explaining-but with the way things were, nick looked totally confused.

I did not answer it. Not yet.

"An unfamiliar loan or credit account on your credit report. An inexplicable denial of credit. Bills for accounts you haven't seen before. An unexpected drop in your credit score. Collections agency calls for overdue accounts you don't have. Missing mail." She thinks intently about what I have just told her and then pulls hard on the collar, wrenching the animal's head around, turning the wheelchair on a tight arc and dragging it growling into the kitchen. I walk back down the hallway and tell Burton what is going on. She tells the armed response to stand down and joins me inside the flat. Sandra Burton and I tried to make sense of Victoria Usheava's rambling answers and bizarre rationalizat

The question hung in the air. No answer came.

Waiting to see. if we would answer again. ✨

But it doesn't clarify. It just sits there, asking a question I don't know how to answer yet.