Random Questions To Ask Funny Novels & Stories

He answers, returning the quesions. "Mine is purple, but I also like blue." I answer, then I ask "What is your favorite dinner food?" We keep talking as we drive, our questions vary from trivial to personal. Some questions just get a basic answer like what is your favorite time of year? Others get a more detailed answer, like what is your biggest regret?

If anything he seemed…amused? That was new. “Ask away,” I managed not to stutter, He leaned in from the desk, and I was waiting for him to interrogate me heavily. Perhaps he would ask the same questions, or try to pry something new- “What’s your favourite colour?” ‘What?’ I was completely speechless. Before I knew it, laughter bursted out of me. I slapped my hand over my mouth, but I couldn't hold back the near hysterical chuckles. “I'm sorry, I-” I cut myself off at

This isn't funny, not one bit of it is. "Child, calm down," she says meeting my questioning gaze with her soft ones. "Calm down?! Is this some kind of a joke?! 'cause it is not funny and it's the last I need right now." I furiously lash out, forcing my legs down to the floor. "Why do you think it's a joke?" The lady in white ask, "Have you not been in a sexually active relationship lately?"

“Lay it on me.” “Lay what on you?” I asked, as he washed the broccolini in the sink. “Your first question.” “Oh, right,” I said, smiling coquettishly, as I thought of what to ask. “What’s your favorite color?” “Really?” Cal groaned, clearly dissatisfied. “Come on, I want a real question.” “We have to start with the basics,” I argued playfully. “If someone asks me what your favorite color is, I’m going to look like a complete buffoon if I don’t get it right.”

In fact, she looks gobsmacked and takes a while to compose herself. “How many sugars?” I calmly ask. “What?” she responds, confusion in her voice. “How many sugars does Jacob take in his coffee?” I ask again. Her face turns red with anger. “I don’t have to answer you,” she says and starts putting on her heels. “It’s a simple question. Surely you must know the answer,” I say. “What’s his favorite color?” I ask. “What’s the first thing he does in the morning when he wakes up? Did you know that he’s allergic to pineapple?”

I said coyly as well. "Wait, why is your mood seem so unhappy, did something happen for you to seem down and irritated?" He asks as if he doesn't know anything. "Uhuh! That's why, I ask you to come here to clarify some things!" I raised my eyebrows in response as he burst out laughing. Is there anything funny about what I said? "Well, anything for you sweet Lauren." He answered with a smile while sipping his coffee. "Then, what turns your sweet tamable friend into a freak god of the jungle!" I asked a straightforward question just for him to blow the hot coffee in my face!

"So what? Tell them I was slaughtering a chicken for the party and see who questions it" *******************************************

Jane- Screw you. Hunter- Lol… let’s play a game. Hunter- Twenty questions. You in? Jane-Why do I hate this game already? Hunter- You’re hilarious. Hunter- I’ll start… Where’s the craziest place a guy has ever kissed you? Jane- Wow. It’s that kind of game we’re playing? Hunter- What kind of questions did you think I was going to ask you? Your favourite food? Or perhaps your favourite colour? Jane- I do not appreciate your sarcasm.

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------