Random Questions To Ask Funny Novels & Stories

John teasingly poked my side. “Stop it John.” I seriously said. “Answer me first!” he said like a child. I winced. My head hurts when he does that. Tsk, why did they even become my friend?? Obviously, because they understand you! “Yes! They’re the same! Happy now??” Why do they ask so many questions! “Do you like that woman?” Flyn’s face is serious. “Of course...

“I don’t like that. Stop smiling. I feel like I need to baptize myself and cleanse my soul for whatever’s about to come out of your mouth.” Laughing, I lean back. “It’s just something I’ve always wondered but never actually asked.” “About me? I mean, you already know almost everything there is to know,” he says. Rolling my eyes, I say, “Not about you exactly. But asking some random guy would’ve been awkward. You’re not exactly random, and you’re definitely not normal.” Rich snorts. “Thanks, sunshine. You’re not all that sane yourself.” “Okay, fine. Will you answer my question, or should I just ask Jace instead?”

also, if we are going to work out then we should know each other. It’s not like I wanted to ask complex questions. I just want to know trivia things about him. like the little of the little details like his favorite food, his favorite season, his favorite movie. Stuff like that. “Ask me anything.” I told him. “No, you ask me. I already asked one question. You should get a chance too. We can continue once I return. Let’s play a hundred questions. It can be anything.” I blinked at his words. Why does he keep shocking me? Let’s play a hundred questions? Let’s play? Play? Wow.

A smallish, dusty and yet seemingly perfectly functioning corner of my brain conjured up at least two hundred images of possible outcomes should his question be of the carnal variety. Like perhaps whether I might enjoy another quickie against the wall or whether I was interested in taking the copy room for a test drive. From the original two hundred dirty scenarios, there were many offshoots, such as: if we did end up in the copy room, would he allow me to Xerox his ass so I could keep the copy as a souvenir. And if he didn’t let me, whether it would be possible to sneak a copy without him noticing. On and on it went, all in the space of the couple of seconds it took him to wrestle with aski

We were born on May 21, despite being four years apart from him. "Boxers of Briefs?" "Briefs." “Coke or Sprite?” "Coke." “Burgers or Pizza?” “Burgers.” “Country music, or Metal?” "Metal." I frowned. Rearranging the list of questions in my head. “Action or Romance?” "Thillers." “Coffee or Milk?” "Coffee." "Orange or Apple?" "Orange." “Cats or Dogs?” "Both." “Soccer or Basketball?” "Soccer."

"I'm a little jealous of my baby sister, I guess she told you that we have some of the same interests... and I hope I can find a guy like you someday." "There's a lot of us out there looking for this," I said, "I'm sure you'll find someone." "Mmm, I hope so," she replied. Then she paused before saying, "Would you guys mind if I was really nosy and asked you some stupid questions?" "Ask away," said Karen, "we're open books!" "Well, I'm just curious... how often do you, uh, you know, how often do you do..." We all laughed when Karen jumped in to finish her question. "Kinky stuff?"

Conversation killer. “Forget that I asked.”

But even that paled in comparison to what she made me feel when she looked at me, when she laughed, when she simply was. I didn’t understand any of it. So I did the one thing that had gotten me cast out of Heaven in the first place. I asked questions. And when I tell you I asked questions....I mean questions. “What does a toaster do?” “Why do people say ‘cool’ when something is good? Does it involve temperature?” “What is the purpose of a hoodie?” “Why does she chew gum like she’s trying to kill it?” Riven answered all of them without blinking, half the time laughing so hard he had to lean against furniture. Kael was a bit more direct and logical in his responses, though he too never lost pa

there, as I am ready to start our private talk, I ask my first question, “What color do you like?” He takes a second to react to my abrupt question. He then answers, “Red.” “Oh!” as hard as I can, I slap on my firm ass with my palm, making a sharp and loud noise, “Like the pantie I’m wearing today. Sexy and passionate.” I said. My answer claims an odd look from him. I cover my mouth as I giggle shyly. Then, I ask my next question, “What coffee do you like?” Without pondering, he answers, “Ristretto.”

"Sebastian do you want to play twenty questions?" I asked as I went to sit next to him. "What is that?" He asked lowering the volume of the TV. "We just ask each other questions basically." I replied." "What type of questions?" I mentally did a face-palm. "Serious, random or even dirty." "Oh. Do I have to answer all the questions?" "No, not if you don't want to," I replied, he was always so secretive. "Okay sure."