Stupid Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

I asked, even if it was a dumb question. Ella shook her head as more tears filled her eyes. I let out a soft sign. "You had a nightmare?" I asked. These were very stupid questions. I didn't know how to comfort someone who's dealing with past trauma, so I didn't know the right question to ask or the right words to say. Ella just looked at me. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked but immediately did an invisible facepalm. Do you want to talk about it? What a dumb question to ask a person who doesn't talk.

"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."

“Why doesn’t anyone talk about you?” “Why did you leave the family?” “Where have you been all these years?” “Did you know our dad was a bad person?” “Did you ever try to help Mommy?” “Do you hate Grandpa?” “Are we going to see more of you now? “Do you live here?” “How long have you been dating Rohan?” “Do you love him?” “Did you know he loves you?” “Are you going to marry him?” “Are you going to have kids with him?”

“Have you ever done something you wished you could undo?” “Undo?” His expression grew stern. “What are you talking about? Did you do something bad?” “No.” Silence settled between us for a little while and then I cleared my throat, “I didn't do anything bad, I was just trying to ask you a question, please answer.” His hesistation sent me signals, signals I didn't want to understand, maybe if I tried hard to act oblivious, they wouldn't be that true. “In life…” he took another breath, his voice steadier now. “at once in our lives, we do things that are reckless and stupid, we're humans and we can not escape that.”

I had no one to talk to and I didn't know how to start any conversation. A few people that had approached me only wanted to know how I managed to seduce Jason. They asked rude questions like- What school did you attend? What is your career like? How many Louis Vuitton bags do you own? Have you ever been to Maldives? One even went as far as asking me a stupid question like - How good is Jason in bed? Well, of course I avoided them all and went away because these women were probably a fan club of Jason's and I had nothing to say nevertheless.

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

A conversation where the person is trying to get to know you by asking weird personal questions without thinking whether it would affect you or whether it would not affect you. "If you were given the opportunity to have sex with someone right now, would you do it? Do you have someone in mind you could have sex with right now? I don't think of sex too much but you know puberty is hitting all of us slowly and we can't keep on pretending that we are not growing into something wild. I know I am still sixteen and should not be forcing you into a conversation that you may or may not like. But, I am curious about it and I have always wanted to ask a guy how it feels like to be on puberty. I heard i

There’s nothing bailing me out this one, nothing I could pull from my ass or thin air that can save me. “I wanted to… I was wondering if you like men.” What. The. Fuck. My own eyes bulge at the words I’d uttered. What the fuck is wrong with me? Did I say that out loud? From the slight raise of his brows in surprise, I’d say he also heard that fucking brainless question, which means I actually let myself ask that stupid question. Fucking fuck. If there’s ever a time I needed lobotomy, this would be the time. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I ask that? How does that even help in any way?

Ask. "what?" "I'll just let you ask one question since you're curious about me." "Hey hey how did you know?" He smiled lightly, "Are you going to ask or not?" "But this is cheating. One question is not enough for me." "Then don't ask." "I won't ask you" She was silent for a moment, trying to think about what she would ask, and found herself saying: "What is the secret of that scar on your back?" He smiled sarcastically and said, "Have you been staring at my back while I was sleeping?"

I ask, my voice quivering. It is the first thing that comes to mind, though there are a million other questions swirling through my head. "Are you really that stupid?" He snaps. “I thought you were smart." I meet his gaze, my own eyes hardening. "I just asked a simple question. There is no need to insult me," I retort.