Morality Novels & Stories

“Everyone's moral compass is different. What could be good to me could be bad to you. It depends on you.” “Are morals subjective?” He asked her. “Highly,” She told him. “What your mom considers good might not fit in your dad's standard of good. Morals are highly subjective.” “Why is it so?” He asked her. “Because there is no definite thing in this world,”She told him. “Everything has perspectives.” “Is my perspective as important as yours?” He asked. “Of course,”She nodded her head.

“That’s why power is dangerous to begin with. The moment shit happens, it’s really tempting to use it.” “Would it be wrong?” I asked. “In the end we are nothing but men. It’s not up to us to decide what is wrong and what is right. We can only guess,” he said. “Sometimes we get it right, sometimes we get it wrong. I’m not even sure we’ll ever know. Every time period seems to have a different definition. Different cultures, different places, it’s always different. That’s the thing with morals, we can only clumsily attempt to get it, but it’s only when we truly fail that we realise the fuckup.”

“Mom… it’s looking at you the way you looked at the war.” Lyra’s blood ran cold. ‘You enforced,’ the Audit said. ‘Then you released. Then you enforced again.’ Lyra snapped, “I chose!” ‘Choice acknowledged,’ it replied. ‘Consistency pending.’ Miren’s voice shook. “You’re measuring her morality like a variable!” ‘Morality is irrelevant,’ the Audit said. ‘Predictability is not.’ Astrael growled, divine fire flickering uselessly. “Step away from her.” ‘Threat unregistered,’ the Audit replied. ‘Power is not jurisdiction.’

Why not them? “Because we do not love like normal wolves. Moral wolves make decisions that could be good or bad depending on how you look at it. They follow their heart and sometimes they makes mistakes or they do controversial things and end up wondering if it’s right or wrong. They make decisions to save other and they wonder if it’s just to save themselves. They sometimes have no choice but to ignore what others want just so they can live for themselves for a change. But in another way, it might seem selfish, evil, self oriented, even sickening.”

"I mean it. Even with consent and no consequences, what we're all doing is wrong, right? It's like, morally twisted. What happens if we really do get punished for this. Like, am I going to have to explain to the Almighty why I had sex with my Dad? My brother and sister?" "You're giving other people pleasure," Austin said, "I don't think God's going to be angry at you for doing that." "But it's still wrong, Austin," Molly said, "If the police came here tomorrow, I mean... Maybe it's not illegal? But it's certainly a sin. Right?"

Today night I was frightened by the upcoming death of Honey, so I wrote and spoke the below content just for me: “Mercy, the resemblance of joys, or mercy, the joys. What’s ethical under the sky? The advent of dispute, or you aloof. What’s the norm to apply? There is no rigid distinction between good and bad. What makes you achieve is good; what fails you is bad. In the end, that’s the trend. What if you achieve in the wrong path? The world still appreciates you till it is not known the cause. The joyous resemblance of pain, no one cares for the dying dog. Pure attempt to fail, be it not be there in your record.”

Aria said softly, “we live.” Far away, a junior reviewer paused over a clause. Hesitated. Asked a question. The system listened. The envelope had done its job. Not by destroying power— But by reminding it that morality could not be optimized away. Some thresholds, once crossed, could never be uncrossed. And that— That was how the future stayed human.

“There are special rules for priests. For teachers, lawyers…pretty much every profession demands that its members conform to a different standard of social behavior than regular citizens. We can make an argument that they’re discriminating against you based on your sexuality, but that’s more of a public relations move, not a legal one. Legally…yes, I think they can make you choose.” “It’s strange,” Mark said as he leaned back against the bricks of the building. “It seems as if we should be making moral arguments. This is a church, not a factory.” “To some extent, the public relations argument is a moral argument. It’s not high-level philosophical musing, but we’d be appealing to what people