Stupid Questions To Ask Novels & Stories

he emphasized. Suddenly, I felt stupid, " umm...I think I should start questioning my childhood" I scratched my head and scrunched my nose up in thoughts. He chuckled, " you're strange" and I smiled, " I'm about to ask a very strange question" I gave him a heads up which he replied by squinting his eyes. I asked, " tight fitting shirts or baggy shirts?" I wiggled my eyebrows at him. He tilted his head and gave me a suspicious look, " why are you asking?"" It's none of your business...just answer" I mirrored his smirk.

Stacy commented again. "What's your favorite food?" Alexa asked. "Seriously, what a silly question, like you don't know my best food... Well...I love chicken," Stacy answered. "What?! I don't know what to ask anymore, that was the first question that came to my mind, okay? It's your turn now," Alexa said. "Hmmm..what will you do when you see your handsome stranger again?" Stacy finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask.

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."

I opened my eyes and stared at his serious face as he sit across me comfortably. Ever since things between us ended drastically, I always had a lot of questions to ask him. Now that he's asking me what they are, I don't know which to ask him first and which will he give me a satisfying answer. Should I ask him my personal questions that had troubled me for four years like 'Why did he made our marriage last for two years?' or 'Did he ever love me?' or just ask him stupid things like 'Will there still be a chance between us?' or 'Did he really love Ivy?'

I was getting really tired of this. “Next question?” I asked irritated and he nodded. “What’s your favorite color?” He snorted at me and shook his head. “Really? Black.” Expected. I was going to start with small questions and build up, trying to see which topics he avoided. “Song?” “None.” I gave him a disbelieving look to which he shrugged. “Movie?” “None.” “TV show?” “None.” “Sport?” “They’re pointless.” At least they weren’t repetitive answer.

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.

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.

" He paused for a while. He slapped his hand against his cheeks and widened his eyes. "Or are you gay? You don't have an interest in boobs and pussy?" I just kept staring at him as he was talking. What caught me off guard was when he asked if I was Impotent. My saliva became excessive. "Why would you ask me that question?" A smirk glued to his face "Okay Son, was just kidding. But, you should try sex. It would make you feel so good and also relieve you of stress." I pinched my lips together and looked at him.

Charm, wit, and a killer smile. And yet. I was still in the truck as he leaned against it and smirked. "I don't like the word no. It's short, clipped, and completely negative in its effect on the world. Therefore, I need to know what your weaknesses are so I can use them against you. Favorite foods, drinks, songs you sing in the shower, places to go, things to see. TV shows - do you prefer Friends or Big Bang Theory. If I was a superhero, which one would you want me to be?" I shook my head. "Do you ever... pause? Stop? Take a time-out? And why do you need to know these things?"

I stutter, hesitant to ask my question with the fear that it might make him angry. “I hate it when you stutter consciously, Elvira,” he says with a sneer. “Ask your question, goddamn it!" “I..I'm sorry," I apologize. I take a deep breath, trying to prepare myself to ask him the question. I really want to ask the question because it seems like it but I am scared to. I just don't want to provoke or ruin his mood with my question. “Elvira!" He barks out. “If you know you didn't want to ask me anything you should not have said anything!"