Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche Beyond Good And Evil Novels & Stories

“See…people who lived there are rich, that’s not all, most of them are hypocrites, corrupted, bad, and evils, who has the harshest hearts and a dead conscious; they don’t care about others, all their interests is money and themselves, that’s all…” While he was speaking and describing, I felt like my heart was getting attacked with knives, he just was telling the truth –As we know; the truth is so painful. Frederic Nietzsche said once “Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed”, my illusion was that I always believed that I was good, and my father was the bad one, though I accepted all of his corrupted money without any worries.-

He really hates this hocus pocus. “There is a fine line between good and evil. One can not be without the other, and it is always the away team that are evil, are they not ?” The woman smiles encouragingly. “Come on, Gudrun ! There is nothing good or evil, only the balance”. I look out over the lake. I feel empty inside. As if I have been struggling with an equation for 100 years, and suddenly here comes another and writes the solution on the board. Have we really struggled to free the world from hamrams and breaking

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but come on, this isn’t the Middle Ages. It’s the twentieth century. Evil is just a concept. It’s just a way to talk about the values that society has. It’s not a force, or whatever you want to call it, and it’s certainly not justification for setting a man on fire.” “Is evil a concept? A name we use for everything that’s abhorrent in this life? Absolutely,” he said. “But it is also something more. Call it what you like, but surely, you’ve encountered it? Temptation so great you would betray yourself to satisfy it? Desire to take or to do harm for its own sake, or for the sake of the power it gives you over others?

*** The Male Demon thundered: The invention of the left-hand-path as the direction where “evil” treads is based purely on the idea that polar opposites in moral deliberations exist as a force outside of the human mind. Whereas in reality, the “good” and the “evil” are cultural constructs designed to corral the local populace into accepted mental boxes, so the ruling elite may then dispose of them as per their fiat. Such ideas exist solely to fellate the individual’s ego. When one applies the adjective “good” to oneself, then those who have a viewpoint not in alignment, must out of necessity, be “evil.” Yet if each person views themselves as the “good” or the “hero”, then what actually consti

It was a bold question, however I knew that in order to make an impression, I needed to be bold. He took a moment to give my question some thought. “Some would say that good and bad are inferred differently by people. Some might think that I use my skills or ‘evil’ for bad; however I would argue that in the grand scheme of things I use my evil for the greater good. Sometimes we are forced to do bad things in order to get good outcomes.” I couldn’t help but wonder if his definition of the greater good matched mine. Only time would tell.

“-a world far from your understanding. Are you willing to risk to go beyond your knowledge?” I fell deeply, the kind of which that the silent boom filled the world with shattering pieces of myself. I gaped to the reality presented infront of me. His eyes tells me it was the truth, the sudden sensation that brought upon by the occuring pieces of a bloody event in history... The world far from good and evil. It was no structure and was hovering like no particular shape nor formation. Only upon the brought of desire this world able to function. But the existence of it brought the concept of evil and good. It thought to have reside deep within, spread to who-knows-where after trully materialize

he countered, "but that is... what's the human expression? Next to the point?" "Beside the point," I ground out. "Yes!" Uisdean smiled in delight. "Words again, so lovely. It is beside the point because Nietzsche was a poet and also a composer." "What?" I blinked; totally unprepared for this fairy to know more than I did about a human. "I don't believe Nietzsche would be as offended by our feast as you are," Uisdean mused. "I think he would agree with me when I say; you're letting your slave morality cloud your reason."

"Why did you slap my face, sir? I told you that lawyer barged into your house and started hitting me? This is unfair!" Rudolph Schweitzer slapped him again, this time harder and with an angry tone, he said, addressing Christian, "Get out of my house right now Christian! And never come back here again or else I will call the police. I have no idea that you are a scoundrel and a good-for-nothing son of a bi*ch! You even tried to molest my niece, how dare you as*hole!" "But sir...she seduced me and I could not help myself, please forgive me and please don't tell dad about this, I beg of you!" he dropped to his knees and bowed his head but this had no effect on the chairman.

"How dare those bastards treat you like that?" "Captain, just say the word and we'll slaughter those scumbags!" Victor Zuggernaut's fists clenched so tightly they crackled. Looking at these comrades who had shared life and death with me, my eyes welled up with tears. "Captain, you're our hero! You fought on to save us even after being shot three times!" Max said emotionally. "That's right! You're a Medal of Honor recipient! A hero! Who are those people to humiliate you?" Lewis Thorson said angrily.

N.B: This chapter contains graphic/Violent scenes. This is my first time writing something like this though, I hope it’s not too terrible. “Whoever fights monsters should see that in the process he does not become a monster himself. And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you” Ten-year-old Sebastian read out the passage from the book by Friedrich Nietzsche to the woman standing beside the stove. He closed the book and looked over at her.