Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

“And what about my first question?” “Uhm…” “Why are you quiet?” “I didn’t lose my memories”

Thundering with a question I didn’t want to ask: What am I? And why did these monsters want me before I even knew the answer?

I take a sip of my coffee barely tasting it as the question I’m dying to ask burns in my brain. ‘How do you know my name?’

she questioned, leaving me utterly confused. What love marks?

"My⁠ turn for interro‍gation‌?" "Same qu‌es⁠tion. Do‍ you want me here after the curse b​reaks?" ‍ He set the‌ g​uit​ar aside. "Yes. But my a​n⁠swer is more compl​ic‍ated.​" ‌"How?"

“For what?” “What do you think happens in here, Trouble?"

The swirling vortex in the sky shifted, resolving into a set of words that hung burning bright for all of us to see. "I AM THE RECORD OF ALL THAT HAS BEEN. I AM THE TRUTH NO ONE COULD ERASE." "AND I HOLD THE ANSWER TO THE ONE QUESTION YOU HAVE NEVER DARED TO ASK." Kiel stepped forward, his hand still on his gun, but his posture shifting into one of wary curiosity. “And what question is that?” The Observer’s voice softened, yet carried a sharp edge that sent a chill down my spine. "WHY WAS THE PROTOCOL BUILT IN THE FIRST PLACE?"

He answers. Wait what, we?

Anita leaned forward and whispered to Daniel, "May I ask you a question, Daniel?" The older man gave an encouraging nod through the mirror. "Of course, sweetheart." "Promise me you won't answer the question with a question?" Daniel watched Alex in the rearview mirror, trying to control his laughter. "Sweetheart, there is an answer to every question." She frowned. "I apologize; They led me to believe the other way round. An answer to a question is a question. And if your back is against the wall, then twist the question as an answer to your question. Maybe this is the rich people's language that I will never understand."

she questions. The things is, I don’t have an answer to her question, because I am uncertain there is one…