Nietzsche Images Novels & Stories

In the absolute blackness that filled his mind, the images spun and solidified, then dissolved again and transformed into something else. Grinning skulls coated in purple fire. Bloated worms hooked in the eye sockets of a horse. Blood running from the corner of a cold smiling mouth. Sederit Hischer burning at the stake and screaming blasphemous obscenities. A hunchbacked abomination gnawing on the bone of a human leg on a grave. Drowned faces swollen with standing water and adorned with braids of seaweed whose eyes had been gouged out by fish. A stone striking the pulpy mass of a man's skull over and over again. Flayed human skin. Hands with nails encrusted with splinters and grave earth. Na

"The professor thought I was having some sort of existential crisis, but honestly, I just really liked the color red." Katherine laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible." "And yet, you're here supporting me," Nathan said with a wink, dragging her to another display. "Now look at this-photos. My favorite medium, as you know." He gestured to a series of black-and-white photographs mounted on sleek frames. Each captured a moment frozen in time: a child laughing, an elderly couple holding hands, sunlight streaming through branches. "They're beautiful," Katherine said, her chest swelling with pride. "Nathan, you've really outdone yourself."

A smile breaks through my expression when I see the image of a large, veiny dick she once sent to me and asked me to imagine the dick belonged to one of my rejected mates. “Imagine what you're missing out on, Beth.” She’d attached the words to the image. To buttress her point, she sent me a picture of a woman sandwiched between two masculine figures, her head thrown back in ecstasy and her hair swirling around them. It's a beautifully sensual image. And she wrote, “This could be you, my dearest Nun.” I jerk my attention away when I realize I'm actually envisioning myself in the image, between four particular gorgeous Nobles… Who I should not be thinking about like this ever again.

He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear, “Do you want to talk about it, or do you need another minute?” I hold his free hand between mine, focusing on the creases and tiny hairs in his skin. “And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” “Why are you quoting Nietzsche?” he asks curiously. “Because he was right,” I answer, looking up at him in defeat. Ayawamat frowns, “Orenda, you’re not evil or corrupt. You have not become the monsters you hunt. How can you even think that?”

statement from my mouth. " Let me show you something," I held his hands and led him to the pond. " Please, don't be shocked but this is the truth. Like you I also have two images of mine. But, one can only be seen in the mirror,"I shuffled the water in the pond and waited the water to remain still. I breathed heavy and then, with a heavy sigh, I turned my face to the water. The water showed the image of Nerfeiti. " You really are someone different in there. But, someone familiar. Those eyes I have seen them. I feel like I have looked at those eyes before," he said being all bemused.

“Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not in existence. Take air for example or love." “The fact that you bring up love in every argument says a lot about you.” “There are no absolute truths, Aiden. Only perspectives.” He shot me a doubtful look. “Whose words are those?” “Nietzsche.” “I married a philosopher.” I smoothed the satin of my dress, thinking of the books I had devoured over the last few weeks. “The least I could do before saying ‘I do’ was try to understand how your mind works.” “I don’t have a moral code. That’s the point of my beliefs.”