Free Will () Novels & Stories

"No. You're about to hold the bonding ceremony with Monica, but Samson is getting older. I don't know how to explain things to him in the future." "I'll explain it," Lawson said. It was clear he did not take it seriously. "Do you really want him to be a bastard just like Monica said?" Judy asked as she stood there, hatred in her eyes. Lawson put the bowl down hard on the table. "This was your choice. Who can you blame now? I told you giving birth to him would bring you no benefit! You said it yourself. You wanted nothing." Lawson's anger from today burst out almost completely at that moment.

“You know I can't answer that.” “Precisely. No one can. I don't know what I am, and you have no clue as to your purpose for living. We are hurled into this world tabula rasa and make our own reasons for existing. That is the beauty of free will.” He halted Pallor at the base of a massive oak. The tree rose stories into the sky, footed by a narrow path under its plentiful shade. “I thought angels didn't have free will,” I said quietly.

Just like how you love your Mom and Dad simultaneously, for one can offer something that the other can't but that doesn't mean you love the other less does it. Free Will, what do these two terms mean to you? To be able to choose " a round of applauds, a quick response I'm impressed. Is Free will good? Oh sorry, I meant does the ability to be able to choose lead to positive outcomes, yes? No? Sometimes?. Okay, sometimes the answer is not that straightforward. Why give living beings free will you ask, well why give life to bodies? Just like you breathe, free will is all that keeps those lungs pumpin

"Nope. I guess it was just fate." I rolled my eyes and continued walking. "I don't believe in fate." "Why not?" "Because it contradicts free will. I make my own decisions and those decisions determine what my future looks like. I don't like the idea of having my whole life planned out for me without me having a say in it." I answered simply.

Regrets… Always comes in the end… It’s funny how God gave us the power of free will. The greatest power that ever existed. The decision to make a choice. Unfortunately, such power is not easy to use. Because with each decision that we make comes the consequences of such a choice.

“I’d say, Miss Bradigan, with all due respect, that at your time of life, you can choose to do only what you really want. I look forward to that freedom.” “Ah, but ‘that freedom’ is an illusion. There is no such thing as choice or free will, Mr. Palmer. Most people are mere puppets to be manipulated while others, to a greater or lesser degree, pull the strings.” “Surely, we make our own choices? Right or wrong. Of course, many things like our upbringing, education, and how much money we have or want, influence these, but at the end of the day, we are the ones in control of our destiny.”

"There are clearly some big differences, but even if there weren't so many, I know I'd want to be free. And I think the Frentin population could benefit from it too." "Why?" "Because there's something very special about being given something freely. Because the person wants you to have it entirely of their unguided and uninfluenced free will. To be loved for no reason other than that person decided to love. That's far more special than buying a woman who gets so addicted to your scent and what it does to her mind that she can't say no even if she might have wanted."

We may believe that we have the freedom to make our own choice, like a major in college, when in reality this is chosen for us by our previous experiences and everything that led up to that decision. That’s why I never believe to that saying, that’s bullshit. People tell that to themselves to feel better about something shitty that’s happened to them. Truth of the matter is everything is random. Nothing happens for a reason. Things can happen because of a past reason, but they don’t just happen for some unknown future reason. Otherwise there’s no such thing as free will. Because if everything happen for a reason. Then what is the reason why I have to get loathed and disowned by my own mother

“Do you like controlling all your wolves like little puppets?” “No, I don’t actually, it’s a pain in the ass…but someone has to do it.” “No one orders witches. We have free will.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it all before…you live with the illusion of free will, but you are controlled by fear and violence. You did this thing for your father, knowing full well it could kill you. Why?” “He’d punish me if I didn’t.” “A-ha,” I say. “So where was your free will?”

So I try to see if I can move any other body part, anything at all. Toes, nope. legs, nope. arms, still nope. Damn it! I'm going to be a fucking vegetable for the rest of my life! That's just fan-diddly-fuckin-tastic. Fingers, nop- wait. Holy shit! I lifted my right index finger! Finally progress! "MILLIE GET IN HERE!" Alpha yells.