Weird Questions Novels & Stories

My luck, it seemed, was spectacularly awful. Then began the Q&A, where the eager students asked him a bunch of nonsense. The questions from the audience were as predictable as they were insipid. "Mr. Knight, do you have plans on getting married soon?" followed by the truly cringe-worthy, "What type of women do you prefer? Why don’t you tell us your type? Are you gay, or perhaps bisexual?" The audacity of it was almost comical. Even a hushed query about a rumoured fiancé failed to faze him. He answered each question with an unsettling politeness, his smile unwavering.

“Why would you think I want to do that?” “Well, for starters.” I scoffed lightly. “No one sits and watches the other person while she's asleep.” “I know w couple of people who do that.” He let out slowly. “in their words, it's cute.” “Are you okay?” The question tumbled faster than I could catch it. I was aware that it sounded weird to ask out of the blue, but I just couldn't help it, especially when he was acting all suspicious. “You're acting weird.*

The cashier is currently wrapping the purchases. "Well, this is what they call little happiness. Gosh! You, you're abnormal. Everyone our age is crazy about W*****d, but you? Jusko, where are your sweet bones, your thrilling flesh? Are you gone?" This is a sarcastic question to me. It's good to fight.

Her cool hands felt amazing against my burning skin. "You do love me, don't you?" she said quietly. "Of course I do. Do you think I just carelessly throw that word around? I am not that kind of guy, Freckles," I said and kissed her hand. She laid down next to me. "What if I am not who you thought I was. Would you still love me then?" she asked. What kind of question is that? "I am sure I will still love you. Why are you asking me weird questions?" I asked.

I had no idea how he managed to produce that much noise despite being a kid. "After the meal, you two have to go for a movie!" Luther chirped happily. He seemed even more excited than me. "In fact, you gotta go for a horror movie! Kyrie will go, 'Oh, Mr. Skyworth! I'm so scared!'" Luther spoke the dialog in a high-pitched voice while pretending to dive into my arms. Where the hell did this brother of mine pick up these weird skills? Sometimes, I had a feeling that Luther wasn't a ten-year-old at all. How was it that he was so knowledgeable about these things?

I wasn't worried about it, but I didn't really want any comments from Martina. "How are you alive? We saw the bus burning. How did it get up here?" The man who appears to be in charge asks. All of them are disgusting-looking, with greasy hair and covered in filth. "I asked you a question. Why are you trying to kill us?" Joel insists.

Sara tried to ask, “hmm, I was just wondering, did he ask anything else about me?“ each word pressed so hard that it sounded like she wanted to say something, but wasn't coming out of her mouth. Neha pretending, “Who?” Sara rolls her eyes, “Oh, I see. Why are you asking about him? When you see him, you act strangely, but now you want to know that if he asked about you or not? Why do you act so weird in front of him? Do you like him or you hate him? Just tell me what you think about him?” She was asking so many questions that Sara didn't know what to answer.

My eyes snapped up slightly, my eyes locking onto him as the realization hit me. He was looking straight at me. "My apologies, I didn't quite catch that." “…I’ll repeat my question. What do you think would drive someone to traffic werewolf organs? And who do you think the buyers are?” Out of everyone in this damn room, why was he asking me such questions? Did he know? Was he just trying to bait me? No. He couldn’t. If he knew, this wouldn’t be a question. “I believe that people tend to do… questionable things when they’re pushed into corners.” I answered, keeping my tone neutral. Desperation makes people creative.”

I could see his green eyes move; his stare was so intense that my curiosity began to rebel inside me, demanding to know what he was looking at. “How long will you pretend to sleep? Is it a way of saving even more energy?” “No, I’m done. What are you looking at?” Quickly, I brushed it away and rolled over on my back to satisfy my curiosity and hide my slight blush. “Then why do you do it? “ I sighed; why does he always have to ask the weirdest questions? Ask the things most people would not. But I’m beginning to realize I must get used to it, asking the most bizarre and cringiest things.

If I am not careful, I might fall sick. The WAEC EXAMINATION continued and I must confess the examination questions were good ones. Most of the theory questions are easy to understand except for the objectives which are somehow tricky. After concluding my Biology theory and objectives questions,which happens to be my 5th subject, I made my way out of the school hall. After dropping my writing materials in my school bag, I looked around for Ethan but couldn't find him. I stopped in one of the classes where some of my classmates were, looking for Ethan. I felt a familiar hand round my neck as I turned slightly.