Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

Like I’m leaving with more questions than answers. What the hell just happened?

I found myself questioning. Who could it be?

“Why did Grandma ask her such strange questions? In the werewolf - centered confusion - and - question - about - actions, this is his query.” The old lady pretended to be clueless. “What questions?” “She wants to know about my relationship with her. She could have just asked me directly. In the werewolf - centered confusion - and - preference - for - direct - inquiry, this is his complaint.” The old lady casually replied, “You’ve been quietly paving the way for her career, so does Grandma really need to ask? Of course, I want to know how she feels about you. In the werewolf - centered understanding - of - situation - and - relationship - inquiry, this is her explanation.”

I could guess who. “But the question is why?”

“What question?” The answer came quietly. Too quietly. Yet it reached everyone. “Where is Room Two?”

"Why do you have a gun?" •

Why? Just why?

I just wanted to ask her a question, “Why?”

Who has been watching me? Unknown: searching for answers?

I asked, turning my face to look at him. “No, it's just today, he answered one question right and it's got me thinking all day.” He was speaking softly. “What was that?” I asked seriousness in my voice. “It was asked in the questions I set for the contest, about the witch Slyvia and The rogue wolf, Dore that harbored her. No one could answer the question but he got the answer correctly." “Okay, but I don't see where the problem is,” I said, confusion in my voice.