Way Of Choices の小説・ストーリー

“So choosing is participation.” Nothing. “And refusing is also participation.” Still nothing. Lucas looked at me. My father closed his eyes. I understood. There was no escape from the loop by refusing to act. But perhaps there was another possibility. Not choosing one of the four. Choosing something the system hadn't offered. I looked at the options. Continue. Abandon. Restructure. Unknown. Then I smiled faintly. “None.” Lucas looked at me. My father opened his eyes. The system remained silent.

"Do you really believe it's possible for you to ignore what happens and not blame me? If you're giving me a choice and don't want to see me having sex with someone, then if I chose it, it was my choice, because I could always have picked the alternative. You can still blame me for not choosing the alternative." "The alternatives won't be easy. I'm not giving you easy choices. Let's say, for example, you made a bad choice in the morning, thinking you were willing to go naked all day. But your parents decide to come over. The normal way to escape being naked in front of your parents is to submit to a twenty swat spanking and fellate me to an orgasm and swallow. Now, you could do this in front

“Berry, nude or matte blue?” Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.” Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls. “Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow. “Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.

In the cosmic twilight, we stood poised on the brink of revelation, our choices echoing through the cosmic expanse like ripples in a celestial pond. As the celestial melodies reverberated, a cosmic conundrum unfolded, intertwining our destinies with the enigmatic forces at play. The ethereal figure, their form bathed in radiant luminosity, spoke again, "Choices are the cosmic brushstrokes that shape the masterpiece of reality." With each uttered word, the nexus pulsed, resonating with the weight of decisions that hung in the cosmic balance.

"Madam, please." Margaret looked at Lumina for a long time. She didn't interrogate, instead explaining directly why she agreed to let Lumina marry Cadmus. Five years ago, when Cadmus lost his voice, Margaret had sought help from every doctor, but nothing helped. They all said his muteness stems from a psychological trauma, not a physical one. Out of options, Margaret visited a shrine outside the capital city, seeking guidance in prayer. A senior priest, recognizing her kindness and the charity she had done over the years, offered some advice.

To make the right choice. Or lose everything.

It was sounding like they were selling me out for money or something. “Tessa, this isn’t time for you to be selfish.” Vivian walked over to me again, her voice sounding sharper after each word. “This is a small sacrifice to save your father’s life. Are you really going to let him die?” Her words weighed heavy on my heart like boulders. The choice I made now would determine if my father got to live or die. This situation was putting me at a crossroad; I could either choose myself by refusing this ridiculous offer to literally be sold off in order to save my father and instead continue with my escape plan with Benjamin, who was right outside, or I could choose to save my dad’s life and accept

Rhychard Bartlett squeezed the hand of Renny Saunders as he thought that his was one of those that had changed for the better. The minister continued, his book open before him as he spouted off about life after death and the reunion of souls one day. Rhychard had tuned him out long ago. He wasn't sure if the minister knew he was performing a funeral for a witch or not, or how the man would react if he did know. How the man even rationalized the bubble of dry air around them was beyond the Warrior. To Rhychard, it was all moot anyway. He had learned months ago that what people thought of as religion was merely one expression of the Way and the Void, the true paths created by the Elohim who cr

Do I have a choice? ******************************************

"I choose Certainty staying and Resolve staying, and both of them get what they need. Which seems impossible. Which is probably impossible. But I chose it anyway. I choose to find a way to have destructive questions and stable practice. Perpetual challenge and peaceful community. Certainty's honesty and Resolve's peace. I choose to find a way to hold both. Even if I don't know how. Even if it's impossible. Even if I'm being naive or stupid or unrealistic. I choose both. Because choosing one means losing something necessary. Choosing questions means losing peace. Choosing peace means losing honesty. Both losses are too great. So I chose both. Even if I don't know how. Especially because I don