Weird Questions Novels & Stories

He replies to me, silence creeping in afterward. "What do you think about werewolves?" He suddenly asks out of the blue moon, and I squint my eyebrows in confusion, wondering why he's asking that weird question. "Why asking that weird question?" I ask him, and he tucks his hands inside his pockets. "Nothing, just asking. What do you think of them?" He further asks. "I don't think those creatures do exist... I have only read about them in books and watched a series of movies about them, I don't really think they exist in reality..." I pause and sigh briefly.

I was whisked up on my feet in a flash. Maybe it's because she's a Witch? "Hey... um... grand..ma?" I called awkwardly. She hummed, "Yes dear?" "Are you a witch or a werewolf?" I asked, following behind to the garage. Is this some inheritance palace us twins can get? 'Cause I can do some killing to acquire it. "A witch." She replied. I nodded, sitting in- "BMW!? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!" I exclaimed.

For now, it works. When we get to the pre-school class, all the kids gather around Gideon and bombard him with a million questions one after the other. He doesn't even have time to answer. "Alpha, why does my sister still poop in diapers?" "Alpha, why are we werewolves?" "Alpha, why can't my mom eat cheese without getting sick?" He usually's fantastic with kids, but this many and their questions have him flustered. Now it's my turn to laugh.

I questioned, and his brown eyes grew dolefully. " No, Mama." He muttered. I was already getting suspicious of their corny and mischievous character earlier this morning and the most shocking part is that, today is passing successfully no fighting between them, they usually have one or two things to argue about or banter words among themselves for but today is going just fine which is suspiciously too good to be true. " Mama," Brielle suddenly called out, and I answered as I turned my gaze to her. " Can we play five questions and no lies ? " She asked, raising her plumpy hands in the air, giving a five sign, and additionally giving me her doll eyes.

If you were a werewolf I would spare only you. ‎ ‎"Really?" I asked with hope in my eyes. ‎ ‎"Of course, if a wolf is as beautiful as you, who am I to judge..." He bent down, his eyes tracing me. ‎ ‎"You are not serious!" I pushed his face away as he giggled. ‎ ‎"But seriously why do ladies like asking funny questions like - 'if I were a chicken... If I were a worm...would you still love me?"..." He bursted into laughter. I took a pillow and threw at him. "Shut up!"

"Who are you? Where did you come from? What is your name? Who are the Quafars? Why do you call them your children? Did you give birth to them?" The questions kept flying past my lips, nothing holding them back—only stopping when I noticed the strange witch looking at me blankly with a raised brow. "What?" I hoped she was not about to tell me that she couldn’t answer these questions too. They were mostly basic. Surely whoever was calling the shots wouldn’t tell her not to divulge her name.

She mumbled an apology, but said nothing further. The day went on uneventfully. Once they had served the last customer, Summer flipped the board that had the ‘closed’ sign and pulled the blinds. As she unknotted her apron, she blurted, “Are there wolves here?” Barbara, who had been noting down the day’s earnings, stiffened. Summer frowned. Did she ask something…odd? As the older woman continued to note down everything on her little notepad, her anxiety spiked. Why did she blurt out and ask such a weird question? Who asks about wolves out of nowhere, with no context?

I read through some and then I shook my head and dropped it as I got to my feet, placing my hands over my head. “This is ridiculous,” I said. He looked up. “What is ridiculous?” “These questions. One of them is asking whether I’ve had an abortion. What kind of stupid question is that?” “Like I said,” he reiterated, “these are possible questions… questions to get you off guard, to get you angry, mad, to make sure that you are put off your game.” “Well, I’m surely put off my game by these questions,” I said. “What do you want me to say in court when they ask me all these questions?”

“Aren’t you arrogant? Me fancying you? Look at you! I bet even in the dark, you’re still hideous.” “Aren’t you fucking rude?” “No, I’m just plain stupid. I should be walking away now, but for some reason, I keep answering your questions.” “Do you know why?” He asked and the arrogant smirk was back on his face. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.” “Do witches have mates?” “Like werewolves?” I chuckled sarcastically. “No, thanks spirits!” “What’s with the sarcasm?”

“None that I know of. And why are you asking such questions?” “Tell me,” I leaned in, “does your mother have any difficulties during pregnancy?” “No!” she almost shouted. “This is weird.” She blinked at me a few more times and continued, “Why are you—” “And what about you?” I interrupted. “Any pregnancies?” “No!” Her eyes widened. “I knew you were a weird and cringe individual from the start!” “Anything more you need to know?” She rose from the bed, exasperated. “This is crazy.”