Weird Questions 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.

"Mr. Grimwald, tell me your horoscope—your star sign, moon sign, and MBTI! I need to know if we're a match!" "That's nonsense! How about you tell me what you think of the whole 'work wife' thing?" The questions had grown increasingly absurd. By then, we were too stunned to speak. "Uh, Mr. Grimwald? Maybe you should take a stroll outside," one of my employees suggested. "Seconded. I don't think any of them are asking sensible questions anymore," another muttered.

I nodded, "That's what I also complained on that weirdo-nerdy professor of ours, but I ended up debating with my classmate about that nonsense." My blood started to boil when Venice's words yesterday played on my mind again. She was so annoying as well as my professor on this subject. I never hated nerds like this in my entire life! "What do you want to know about... vampires?" Dad asked. "Well, about their lives? Like, how do they live and die? Is there any variety of vampires? Do they also have kingdoms, governments, policies, or blue-blooded? Such things." They both looked at each other at first. I was expecting that they could only give specific answers to my questions, but my jaw droppe

I furrowed my eyebrows, my brain slowly processing the question. What type of foolish question was this? Why would he ask me this all of a sudden? It is a weird thing to ask your wife. Nobody in their right mind wants to know if their partner finds their friends attractive. Even if the thought crosses their mind, it’s not something they usually want to discuss.

You can start there. I nod slowly. “Finally, someone who makes sense.” Me: I’ll try this. Thanks. I exit the forum, then immediately type: ‘Random fun questions to ask a friend about themselves.’ Enter. My screen floods with suggestions, lists of icebreakers, “cute couple” quizzes, whole threads about date ideas, random memes sprinkled in. I scroll. And scroll. And scroll. “Oh. That’s actually a good question. I’ll keep that.” Next scroll. “That’s funny… but if I ask it, will I sound weird?”

His smiled widened in an instant,“Brat.” “Okay that's enough of you Mason,” Kate cut right in, pulling Mason away, and my gaze now back on hers, “I'm the one asking the questions here, so yeah, you are definitely right being a weirdo is a lady big turn off, but that certainly can't be all right?” Perfect, just the question I needed.

“Okay. What is it?“ She says. I look at her silently and I don’t know the right way to put out the question. “Do you in any way feel weird? I mean do you feel unusual about yourself since you regain consciousness?“ save your questions. I know you are thinking and asking if that’s the best I could think of. Anyways that’s what my head could pull out. “Yes!” She spits and my eyes widen.

We lay there like that, enjoying the moment and silence. "What animal are you scared of?" I said after a while, shocking even myself with the question. I don't know who asks such weird questions, but for some reason, I just wanted to hear him talk. "What?” He asked, propping himself on one elbow to look at me. “You heard me,” I said, staring back. “You're so weird,” he chuckled, relaxing back. “And you love me like that,” I said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I wouldn't have you any other way.”

Kimia petted her and made shushing sounds between soothing comments. I didn’t take my eyes off of them when I asked the question burning on my tongue. “Are you guys werewolves?”

The only difference was that the ever-present figure shadowing me was no longer there. I was free and unburdened. This was the life I had always dreamed of. Hugo's presence had once made me lose sight of my path. But now, I was back where I belonged. Still, my colleagues at the lab were oddly cautious around me, avoiding certain topics. They never spoke about love, marriage, or even death in my presence. Until one day, I finally asked, "Why do you all keep avoiding me?" They exchanged glances before someone finally spoke up.