Silly Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

"Good. Now, I've been dying to interrogate you and I think now we're officially friends, I can." "We're officially friends, are we?" I laugh at her beaming smile and excessive nodding, twisting so I'm facing her, my arm lying along the back of the sofa. "Ok, so what do you want to do, twenty questions? I get to ask them too." "Ooo deal. I'm going first. Ok." She bites her bottom lip, scrunching up her face while she thinks. "Ok, um… have you really already got children?" "What?" I burst out laughing, shaking my head at the absurdity of what she's just asked. "No way, where did that even come from?"

Different types of stuffed animals at our side; these are the prizes we won from the booths we played. "Why'd you ask?" "Just curious." "None." He replied. "Why?" "I don't know. What about you? Are you finally going to tell me his name?" "Nope!" I said. "This getting to know stuff is harder than I thought." "Yeah, me too." "Let's just play 20 questions." He suggested. "Boring." "What do you suggest we would do?" "We ask the question while we're in a ride. For example, you choose the ride and I ask the question. Then vice versa. So it would have a thrill, not just plain old asking questions way." I suggested.

“Got any siblings?” “Yeah, a younger one.” “Really?” Her face brightens up and she leans forward. “What is their name?” “His name is Kay. He should be around your age.” “Huh, how do you know my age?” She asks. “Hmm, how old are you?” “It is rude to ask people their age.” “No, it is not. It is only rude if that’s the first thing you ask but I am really curious here. How old are you?”

Camilla narrows her eyebrow at me and laughs, “Seriously, we just answered like a hundred questions in there.” I let out a small chuckle as I swipe my screen to prevent the phone from locking. “They are not educational, just a few questions for fun.” I tell her and he nods slowly. I look back to my phone and clear my throat, “Would you rather drink water for six days straight or anything but it has to have a little spit in it.” Camilla snorts, “Spit clearly.” “Yea,” I giggle. “I guess we do drink spit when kissing.”

“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?”

‘Questions are creative acts of Intelligence.’ Whoever spoke that nonsense definitely wasn’t in love or anything close. Because if he were, he definitely wouldn’t say that. Questions are stupid acts of intelligence when drowning in love. You ask them, not to know the answer but rather to fuck with people’s head. One such situation is going on right here. “why?” I asked as I looked at the nice invitation to an engagement that is going to happen in the Alexeev’s mansion and there was my name on it.

Annie giggled, “You’re always so curious, Aunty Dee.” “Some call it curious,” I joked. “Some call it nosy.”

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

, I retorted. "Really, Siya...well, you are brilliant...and the answer is right...so go ahead ask me your question", he laughed. "How many chickens does it take to kill an elephant?" "What???..." "Even I'm trying to check the great David Kings IQ," I said, smirking at him. "One...." he said, winking at me, "But don't ask me the reason." "Ok ...your turn". "What is the one thing that you can't live without?" I asked again.

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.