Weird Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

“Weird how?” “I don’t know. Super jumpy. And always asking these weird questions about you.” “About me?” my whole body wanted to hear more and maybe also know more. “Like what?” “Like if you’ve been talking to anyone new. If you’ve been acting strange. She asked me if you’d mentioned Max.” The world seemed to narrow. “She asked you that?” “Yeah. I told her no, of course. Because you haven’t, right?” He looked at me, his friendly face full of innocent concern. “You’d tell us if you had, right Anna?”

"What do you mean?" Quinn glanced around nervously, then pulled her chair closer to my bed. "For the past week, people have been asking questions about you. Weird questions. Like they were gathering information." "What kind of people? What kind of questions?"

“Thank you for staying with us, Kath.” The game continued and it was one of the weirdest set of questions and dares I've ever encountered in my life. They would ask questions like ' do you know who invented the chalk?' or ' I dare you to act like the most popular person ever existed in this whole wide world. Weird but atleast...we're happy..

My throat felt dry. Why were his questions so strange? And his responses to my answers weren’t satisfying. He suddenly leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “What would you do,” he asked slowly, “if you found something in the house that could make you rich overnight?” I blinked. This question I didn’t expect. Was he trying to test if I was a thief or something? “I… I don’t understand,” I responded, looking confused. I just didn’t know what to answer him. “A bag of money. Or something extremely valuable. Something that could change your life.” He asked calmly. This made my heart skip a beat. That was a dangerous question. Probably they wanted to know if the person they were employi

Anyone asking too many questions. Including me.

:) I hope you have fun. Me: I will. I put my phone down and start to turn away, but then a thought crosses my mind. I turn back around and pick the phone back up. Me: Hey can I ask you a weird question? Tiffany: Sure. Me: Does it bother you? Where I stand on the issue of sex? Tiffany: What do you mean?

She came closer and asked, "What other drinks do you particularly like?" When i was about to answer her, Kim sat between us and asked Celine, "When are you going to stop asking questions like the paparazzi?" "I just asked. Is it wrong to know someone's preferences." "Oh really? Why do you want her preferences then? What are you going to do with that information anyways?" "I could use this in my restaurant..."

he answered, and I looked at him. “It’s just that when I saw them now I really had questions for them. I wanted to ask them why they were doing this, why they treated me and others that way,” I said, and he nodded. “I just have all these questions and I really wish someone could answer them,” I added. “That makes sense, but what if you don’t get the answers to your questions?” he asked me. “What if there is no reason for doing what they did? What if they are really just terrible people?” he asked.

He opened the door, waiting for me to go first. Getting into the car, he turned to look at me. “Do you have another ridiculous question for me hidden in your pockets?” I may be wrong but somehow, he looked eager to know. I had so many questions but I figured I'd be pushing my luck if I asked them so I decided to play it safe yet again by asking another simple question. Okay, not just simple, but ridiculous as well. But in my defense, I really wanted to know. “What's your favorite color?”

I asked skeptical about his reaction to the question and even if he was going to have an answer to it at all "Oh. Is there a reason for this question or is it just random but I don't think it's random though because this barely happens so do you know someone who has experienced it?" He asked and I rolled my eyes internally. That was one thing with all these people, they could not just give a direct answer to a direct question. They always wanted to get as much information as possible even though it was obvious that the person did not want to share more than the had already done or were willing to "I know someone who it happened to" I lied to him and he looked at me suspiciously