Weird Questions To Ask 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.

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.

“What do you like about me?” He scoffed, as if it was a weird thing to ask. “You say I’m too young, too wild, and unpredictable. That I need to change. But what do you like about me?” I asked. He shrugged, “you are good with the children.” “Okay… thanks. But what do you like about me? What makes you want to be with me?” I asked. Normally asking these questions would make me so insecure, but I needed to know if there was something worth saving.

“I have a small question" “Yes. What is it about?” “Isn’t it weird that we have been talking for a quite while yet? We don’t know the names of each other. Is it just me who just noticed it?”

MARISSA Denise stuck her tongue out at me when Annie wasn’t looking and pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven. While I transferred them to the cooling rack, she went to work getting the next batch in. “You know you were curious, too. Besides, I’ve asked him those questions now, I’m not going to ask them again.” “I can think of a few questions you haven’t covered yet,” I teased. Heaven knew, I shuddered to think what she would come up with given half a chance. His underwear size, current bank balance or the phone numbers of his best friends for references came to mind.

“Believe me, I don’t want to end up in prison for criminal conspiracy or being painted as a golddigger and social climber it liar. He chuckled. “Someone’s been researching.” “I just wanted to know what the worst case scenario was. It’s comforting.” “Let’s not borrow trouble. It won’t come to that if we’re careful.” He cleared his throat. “All right. They’re very likely to ask about what kind of birth control we use, are you on anything I should know about?” "Why would they want to know that? Why would the reporters or public want such information"She shrieked..

“How about you tell me a few things? Like maybe how old you are, where you lived before we found you, or even about your hopes and dreams?” She sighed at my antics. “I’m old enough, and in case nobody ever told you, it’s impolite to ask a woman about her age. Also, to ask if she’s pregnant, even if it’s blatantly obvious, or to ask how many sexual partners she’s chosen to have. Everything else should be pretty much free game, but you might also not get the answers you’re hoping for. Especially from me.” Amy paused, and while her tone was completely sweet, I was once again feeling uncomfortable with not knowing how to properly do this friendship thing.

I asked, confused from his statement earlier. “What do you mean ‘why’?” His brows furrowed. He sounded like he was closed to doing tantrums. That was how I interpret him. “You are weird.” You are risking your job, Cejay for being straightforward to your boss. “I mean, why are you asking me that kind of question?” He is really weird, okay? I am very sure of it.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

"The mystery guy from the app? What did he do now?" "We started a game. Ten questions each to see if we're compatible." "Interesting. And what kind of question did he ask?" "Music and coffee. Specifically which song represents a perfect cup of coffee on a rainy morning." Gwen frowned. "That's… specific. And weird." "I thought it was smart. It's different from the usual predictable questions." "Or it's the kind of question someone asks when they're trying to sound more interesting than they actually are." "Gwen, you're too skeptical."