Why God Why Novels & Stories

"Third, why me? And who? Who gave me this, well... 'ability? If I should call it that way." "Well, we both believe in god, right? But the god we know on earth is the god of our universe. It was clearly stated in various holy books, right? So how about the god in another universe? And the god who created the gods of these universes? "He smiled suspiciously as if he's arousing my interest. "There is a God who created the god we know, and he gave it to us. I don't know the reason why, but I'm sure we can benefit from it."

I said He stared at me with teary eyes "I hurt people you know that right?" He said " Why do you hurt them? Why are you doing that are you doing that for fun? Tell me "I uttered " No. I'm doing this for you to notice me" he said " Why Me? And why did you hurt yourself too? Why do you need to do that? You almost killed yourself" I said in a calm tone of voice

ISABELLE’S POV The question which always haunts me in my dreams and never lets me have peace, again reappears in my mind. Why? Why did this happen to me? What mistake have I done to deserve this? What bad sin I had done then God left me alone in this world to face this cruelty. Am I really so unfortunate that even God does not listen to my prayers?

Why not here? My Lord! If God are you, why is earth in turmoil and heaven safe? Do you not want us to live here? There is pain here, many pains. There are joys there, many enjoying ways. Praise the heaven, they say. Earth’s name comes nowhere. Why? Why? Sin impacts us alone. Why we can’t stay right here? Why population grows here and remains in heaven the same or in control? There is peace. See on earth, my eyes. There is still peace in some place.

The dream of a lifetime had just knocked on my door, at the exact moment I’d found the only reason to never leave. "God..." I whispered, rubbing my face hard with my hands. "Why now?"

, What good will it be of him if my nude starts trending? Gosh this is really pissing me off!Why would someone be so heartless huh?Doesn't he have a sister or probably a mom?God, why create such people on Earth? Even if good and bad people should be created, why must I have the bad ones around me?, Why not the good ones?. God please why not soften this demon's heart and make him listen to me. I sat on my bed backing him as I ruffend my hair as if I was going crazy or something. I think I'm crazy right now, I can't really think straight.

Chloe asked "That's bullshit. I don't believe in God. God is only made to appease the weak, silly, and those who can't keep up with this world. If there really is a God then where is he? Why doesn't he save you all? Why I'm the one who should save you all and not him? Where is he right now when you need him the most?" I said

Not his office, but his private room at that bar. “I don’t understand”. She whispers over the phone. “If he wanted to k..kill you, why do it so violently? Why did he go about it this way?”. I’ve asked myself that question so much, my brain feels like it’s going to explode. I’ve been chanting ‘why’ so much, I can’t think of any other word. Why did this happen to me? Why did it happen this way? Why did he have to do this to me? Why?…Why?…Why?—

"Exactly! Every child should be granted an opportunity to both survive and express himself or herself but it doesn't work that way in this modern world. Shit happens, sir." The woman knew Blackwheel wouldn't understand her but she couldn't stop trying. "I agree with you that terrible things happen in this world and it can't be stopped because humans are greedy and selfish," Blackwheel said. "Human tragedy on a daily basis is one of the major reasons why I find it hard to believe in God because if he exists, he would try to do something about the chaos that we see every day. If he loves us as the Bible claim he does and if he has the power to change our situation, why hasn't he? If he has the

He was lost in his own thoughts once again, couldn’t help but ponder upon his life, and ponder upon the things that he just knew. Why was life that way? Sane knew that everything had a purpose, that every ordeals that God gave to people served their own purpose. But he still couldn’t help but think about why things should happen to good people. Why good people had to suffer a lot just to be happy. He wanted to ask God because He was the only one who made Sane comfortable to be vulnerable, but God didn’t answer. He worked in different kinds of ways, and the only thing that was left for him to do was to trust Him.