Silly Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

" If I ask any questions you are always saying *mimic * we will say when the time comes " " Don't ask your stupid questions to an elder." blah blah blah if I ask any questions you are all saying the same. what to do... 'Sigh' But it's well obvious that they are hiding something from me.

"Twenty Questions? What's that?" "It's a game where we each take turns asking each other a question, and we have to answer truthfully," I explained. "It's a fun way to get to know each other better." Margot hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright, I'm in," she said, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. I started with a light-hearted question to ease the tension. "What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?" A smile crept onto Margot's face as she replied, "I love spending time with my family and friends, especially my younger sister. We used to have so much fun together."

I suggested. "I know what 20 questions is. It's stupid." He gruffed. "No, it's not. It's a way for us to know each other better. Please." I made a puppy face. "Ew, stop it." He frowned playfully. "I don't have any questions to ask you." "Just ask anything, I'll go first." I said with a grin. "Uhm…" I trailed off, taking a bite of my pancake. "How many…" I scratched my head. "How old were you when…" I looked around then sighed.

he stutters, clearly thrown off by my answer. “It’s okay, most people don’t know how to respond. So, what kind of hobbies do you have?” I ask, expecting a long list of boating, mountain climbing, rafting, ect. Instead, I’m hit with a whole lot of silence. “Do you have any?” I chuckle. “I don’t think it should be this difficult to come up with something.” “How about you go first? What do you like to do?” he replies, daring me to do better.

Creeped out, I raised both of my arms up in defeat and asked him awkwardly, "Whyyy are you asking me these questions? He crossed his arms in front of hist chest. "Why should I not be asking you these questions?" I squinted my eyes. "Why are you answering my questions with more questions?" He shrugged. "Why should I not be answering you a question to your questions?" I blinked. "I am honestly kind of confused right now." He continued. "Why are you kind of confused?" "Because why is green not the opposite of pink?" I asked with a nod before putting my own paintbrush down and grab my phone. "Let's ask G****e!"

She asked “Yeah, I replied smiling happily Butwhy are you this happy? She asked suddenly and I came back to my senses instantly “Gosh, I muttered and sat down gently Babe, why aren’t you answering me (paused and furrowed her brow) or do you perhaps have feelings for., She tried saying but I interrupted her immediately Gosh! Never will Iand stop saying nonsense, I half-yelled Hmm, why are you now yelling at me, girl? Its just a question, dont get me wrong, I was just wondering, thats all, She said “Why would you think of such thing? I questioned “Ok, Im sorry, I just need to ask because of what I am seeing in you right now, She said “What you are seeing in me? I asked “Hmm, never mind, do not

My mind was so full of questions, I wasn’t sure which to ask. I knew there were certain things he wouldn’t be able to tell me, and I didn’t want to waste my one question on something he couldn’t reveal. After careful consideration, I took a deep breath and asked, “How old are you?” “Cassidy, if I tell you that, it’s just going to open a whole ‘nother can of worms and lots more questions.”

His hands were hanging from his thighs while he was holding his microphone tightly. "Ohhhh, Milo looks sad." Avery pouts. "I hope he's not mad at the interviewer." Sarah answered. "Over Twitter, your fans sent us questions and we picked quite a few for you guys to answer. Would that be alright?” Sharon asks permission. The lads nod and answer a genuine yes. “Let’s start with this one, from @diannamaine she said, If you could be an animal for one day, what would be?” Sharon asks. “Lion.” Silas was quick to answer. “Definitely a lion.”

I asked them. “Let’s start with Syrel. I am always the first!” Jane complains. “All right! Calm down!” I told her while laughing. I opened my phone and look for the truth or dare questions I prepared earlier. “If a genie granted you three wishes, what would you ask for?”

It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer: Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company? And on and on and fucking on.