Why God Why Novels & Stories

Why were all my memories with Gale playing in front me, each time I saw his kiss or touch it felt like I was feeling it my self that exact minute. My man, my husband.. Why did all this have to happen to us when our relationship was just starting. All the years I had waited to be happy, why was made to watch it all being taken away from me. Where was this God I always prayed to, why is He just standing still while I am suffering. Mother Pauline said that You always answer, now why are You Silent God. Of all people why did it have to Gale, he was sweet and kind. Why did You take him away from me.

“Why that hottie is not my mate? Why he is not mine? I felt such a strong connection with him but I know for sure that he is not my mate! There are so many sizzling hot guys walking and talking around us these days but not a single one is made for me!” said Lily in annoyance and looked up towards the sky and continued shouting again, “Why can’t I have a Greek God for myself? Why am I so unlucky? Why can’t I have happiness? Why God? Why? Why am I so doomed?” asked Lily in disappointment while bumping her head in pillow again and again.

I said gently, "but you never told me why you stopped going." He ran a hand through his damp hair. "After Mom died, I couldn't stand being in that building anymore. Every hymn, every prayer... it all felt like lies. If God was real, if He was good, why did He let her suffer like that? Why did He take the only pure thing in my life and leave me with..." He gestured vaguely toward the house. "With this." I turned in my chair to face him fully. "What if there is, though? What if God is still there, even when life gets dark?"

“Wh-where am I, d-dear God?” ‘Why are you here?’ I almost mentally slapped my mind. ‘Am I hearing it right? This unknown persona whom I am currently talking to isn’t even responding to my words?’ ‘Why did you return?’ I looked up, trying to control my eyes from glaring at whoever was talking to me. Because clearly, if this is a God, he wouldn’t even need to ask my purpose of being here, because he is a God, who is supposed to know all. “I don’t know as well.”

She was kind to Lily and Lily didn't fail to notice that. Lily looked at the sky while thinking about her. Once again, Lily questioned God, why did he not give her a normal life? she asked God. Everyone has at least one person in their lives who cared for them, who loved them, who would kill for them and die for them, but why not her? she asked.

"One day, you'll find the one meant for you", Isabelle smiled. "Meant for me!", he mocked,"you know, I don't believe in such things" "But you should! Fate and destiny exist! God has written everything" "Neither do I believe in fate and destiny but also not in god!", he shouted. "Gid created both humans and Lores, who else do you think created them?" "I don't know...but if God exists then, why didn't he help me when I needed jim the most?! Why did je left me all alone in the dark! AnsWHY DOD HE LEFT ME TO DIE!? WHY ISABELLE!? WHY!?", he screamed.

him. "I-I can't accept that my Dad is gone. He was too kind for God to take. If only… if only he had taken me–” He immediately hugged me so tightly that I was cut off. "Don't talk like that. I can't lose you, Honey. You want to leave me?” he asked me. I bowed to him as if ashamed. "I'm sorry, Honey. It just really hurts. It hurts so much to lose a loved one in life. Why him? Why is my father still? There are so many bad people in the world, why doesn't he just take them? God is really unfair at any time," I promised him. My tears are still falling because of the pain in my heart. "Don't say that, Honey. Don't question God why this happened. I know he had a reason why he did it. God has a pu

I heard the persistent sound of a church bell ringing in my head after my first agnostic meeting with Dad, Rita and Stacy. The bell rang almost non-stop as if the owner who had ordered it to invade my privacy knew more about me than I did. But who was the owner? God? It couldn't be the man with a white beard because I have already made it clear to him in a unique form that I was not interested in associating myself with people who believed in him or thought he was real. It is not sensible or logical to put faith in anything you are not certain of and could be dangerous. Man created god, god may not have created man. Honestly, there is no generally accepted way to prove or disprove God so I w

She sobbed and cried leaning on the table. "Why? Why me, God? Why I'm so vulnerable. Why do I lose everything? Why can't I be happy in my life? Why can't I live with my loved one? Why can't I be loved by someone? Why did you give me happiness and snatch it in the end? If you don't want to give then why do you give hope?"

Her hurt already felt numb; she felt as if it was going to burst open any time. Why God why? What did she do wrong? What's her fault? Why was God testing her? Why was he being merciless towards her? Why?