Weird Questions Novels & Stories

“What the hell?” “What is your problem?”

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 happy. So happy that I pulled the car off the motorway at the wrong junction and headed for Woolhope. They didn’t notice at first, too engrossed in a game of ‘what would you rather?’ Would you rather eat a donkey’s penis or take a cracked rib? Would you rather fuck Billie elish or Zendanya? Would you rather have no sex for the rest of your life or ten hours sex every day for the rest of your life? Would you rather die now, or never at all, not for the rest of time?

Alyssa suddenly called me back to earth, "Why are you so quiet, today?" "Oh, I'm just thinking," I replied. "About?" "Nothing." "Something, I know," she said. "Well, just some weird stuff," I said before I could stop myself. "I like weird stuff," Cammie insisted with her curious eyes looking at me. I shouldn't have blurted it in front of them, because what has drilled into every genius's head is a curiosity that could kill a cat. But maybe I could take my chances with them. "Well, do you believe that there are... other humanoid creatures besides humans?" I tried to make my question sound as normal as I could manage.

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"Nope. Do you?" "Nah. Do you have any weird quirks? Like, my best friend says I always cross my legs when eating, but never when I’m drinking." His eyebrows rose. “Why are we having this interview session, giglio?" "We're playing twenty-one questions, Luca." I rolled my eyes. "You're weird." He just looked at me for a while. "Oh, I know. So, quirks?" -------------------------------------------------------------

She asks a weird question which knocks the breath out of me for an unknown reason. “ Why are you asking this? ” I breath, my eyes fixed at Amanda. “ Do you think it can be used against you? ” She asks another weird question instead of answering me. I open my mouth and close it repeatedly, not knowing how to answer this. “ Love is…just love Miracle. ” She answers her own question and then she disappears, leaving me with the confusion which might not leave me until I get the answer to ‘ Why the hell did she ask me this question in the first place? ’

一 Arthur suggested 一 What kind of joke? 一 Questions and Answers 一 Answered 一 Can I ask about everything? 一 I asked curiously 一 Of everything. 一 So let's go. That joke was a good way to get to know another person, the questions would be about their life and the answers would enable each other to get to know each other better. I still didn't know Arthur well, and there were many things I wanted to know, among them, was the reason why I had never seen his mother, which was my biggest curiosity.