Weird Questions Novels & Stories

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!"

The guy replied, and I cringed. "Never to mind, marriages like yours are quite popular here. There is all kind, Two males to a female, three males to a female, four males to a female and the other way around," The guy said, and it seemed like the guy was trying to sell a commodity. I was silent because if I said anything, that would give him the cue to speak, and my ears were already full. "Mommy, where are we going," Debrah asked, and I turned to look at my children at the last seat and smiled.

She says to them that she was not a weird person like who did they think she is. Aimi then continues a talk between the three of them. "Hey, if one day everyone will disappear from your life. What will you do? I know this question was weird but I hope you will answer it." Neu and Nimura stopped at the bench near there and thinking about it. Aimi saw that maybe her questions were so weird till they need time to think about it. When they were thinking about it, Aimi put the documents that she carries on the bench and check her phone while waiting for them. Aimi saw that there was a message from a suspicious person. She was so weird with it. She didn't give a reply to it but she just read the m

I nodded. “He’s funny,” she said after a moment. Like she’d decided to give me something. “If you ever wonder about what he’s like. He asks too many questions. About everything. Why the sky changes color. Why wolves have mates. Why some people are sick and others aren’t.” The corner of her mouth moved. “I run out of answers about halfway through most days.” I listened to every word. I could picture it. Her in this kitchen with a small version of herself asking questions she couldn’t keep up with.

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

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."

"No, I have asked 5." "Well, it feels like 100." "Because my questions make sense, you exhausted yours with stupid questions." Questions like; Have you ever thought of going blonde? What do you think about pizza? Do you smell your feet?. "I haven't exhausted my question, I have 2 more questions left." "How do you feel about death?" I asked. "Geez, are you trying to make me sad or what?" "Just answer, Creep." "Inevitable." I waited for him to add more to the known word.

“Weird how?” “I don’t know. Super jumpy. And always asking these weird questions about you.” “About me?” my whole body wanted to hear more and maybe also know more. “Like what?” “Like if you’ve been talking to anyone new. If you’ve been acting strange. She asked me if you’d mentioned Max.” The world seemed to narrow. “She asked you that?” “Yeah. I told her no, of course. Because you haven’t, right?” He looked at me, his friendly face full of innocent concern. “You’d tell us if you had, right Anna?”

"hey C I have to ask you something really quick." "Shoot." "The other day back at the bar, before you went on your trip, did you feel anything weird," I asked carefully not wanting to scare her. "Well, it depends on what kind of weird. The city is filled with a whole bunch of weirdos." "I mean weird like you were being..." I paused, weighing my words carefully. I knew Celine too well. She would be on the first flight back here if she thought I was in even the slightest form of danger, and I would hate to ruin her vacation like that. Maybe it would be better to hold it off till she got back. "um...you know what forget it. I forgot what I was going to ask you."

He screams through tears. I roll my eyes and kick his leg. “I didn’t ask for your backstory, moron.” Sometimes I wonder why people are so damn adamant to talk to me. The questions, of the questions; they never stop. Who are you? How did you get inside my house? Why are you doing this? Where are you taking me? Why are we going to the basement? What are you going to do with that spoon? Shit, they’re so predictable.