Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

Once he was next to her, he reminded her of the reason why they were here. “You remember what your question was right?” Neves asked, and Kylie nodded her head and replied in the affirmative. “Yeah. I wanted to know why I felt closer to your race.” “That question is the wrong one. The real question is, ‘Who are you?’ We both know that is what you really want to know.” Neves stated, causing Kylie to grow quiet. Indeed, that was what she really wanted to know. Since Neves stated that she had to know that before anything else she asked could be answered, she was more than aware that that was the question that truly needed answering. In terms of importance, it was the most relevant.

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i asked pointing to the house "Why do you ask ?"he asked "Please just answer me? Did some one live in that house before?"i asked "Yes some one lived there"he said "Who? Tell me more David, tell me who lived there" "I can't tell you that?" "Okay fine just one more question, you just have to say yes or no"I said quickly "The person who lived in that house, was it a girl"I asked and he stood Quiet for a while "I can't answer that question"he replied

Someone who wanted to cause trouble. The question was: who?

the real question was What happens after I do?

Minghao gaped as soon as he heard him. ‘I’m a man to her?’ Minghao asked this repeatedly in himself. There are seven reasons why people ask questions. First, they just wanted to know the answer. Second, they are testing the person they are asking. Third, they accused the person. Fourth, to impose a delay. Fifth, to express disagreement. Sixth, to exert power. And seventh, to make a statement. But when Eugene asked him the question, Minghao wasn’t sure about his intention for asking; it was as if he’s asking for Minghao to know the answer that he, himself, isn’t aware of.

Cassandra looked up, fear now mingling with surprise. "The Game, of course," came the old voice. "I am the One Who Questions. You give me an answer, you shall perish in my jaw." The Grounsler chuckled, with a sound like a tar pit bubbling. "What's going on?" Cassandra whispered. "That is the game. And a very good one, too. Don't speak to the Groundsler with an answer if it questions you. Are you following me?" "So what do we do?" "Keep answering it with your questions, understood?"

In his head, a question circled his mind. What was that?

"So, what is your answer?" ***

so why? My questions will remain unanswered, at least for now.