Why God Why Novels & Stories

It feels like I was pushing a huge rock and didn’t make it to move. Anubis smiled in a sinister way. His eyes stare back at me with his black orbs’ pupils. “This isn’t funny for telling me you are meeting some God. Isn’t that insulting?” “What? —” My voice trailed off, “What are you talking about? Why do you keep talking about a God?” I tried to hide anything that he can tell I know a God. But when I think more of it, his name, and his aura. It isn’t just right like a human. “Are you a God?”

Adam broke it to them. " So are you trying to tell us that, Sis will never wake up again? " Presley asked. " Yes... I am sorry.... " " You don't have to be sorry, Dad... We all knew this will happen sooner or later right? " His reply stunned, Adam. " You knew? " Adam surely couldn't hide the shock in his stare... " I did some research... " He replied with a sobbing voice... " Dad, you said, God is very nice and he'll never let anything bad happen to good people so why? Why did he let, Sis Die? " Presley asked.

His heart was clenching whenever remembering Kiara, the love of his life with someone else. He increased the speed more as his mind was flooded with Kiara's thoughts. He stopped his car at a deserted site. He broke down into sobs at this time .More he was trying to mask his emotions and feelings of his heart the more they tried to come out. He punched the steering wheel with full force and shouted in a loud voice ," Why me ,God ? Why do you always do this to me ?From childhood I lived like a lonely child .My parents always give me money instead of their love. Why don't they understand that my heart always longs for their love, not their money .

“What am I living for, who am I living for?” “Live for yourself my dear” Adaku whispered and place a warm hand on her shoulders, “Live for you.” “It is so difficult” Ejima blinked and the pool of tears fell, “What have I done wrong, who did I offend? Why are the gods treating me with so much hatred? Why? Haven’t I been a faithful wife? Answer me. Where have my hands gone wrong? Why have the windows of blessing shut their face from me? Why has the rain refuse to water my crop? Or am I a living dead? Why can’t I feel my breath?”

Elena ask him, and then he took a deep breath and look at her. "What makes a god?" Carlos ask her. "..The power they have... obviously." Elena replied him. "Just that?" Carlos ask her. "Yes! Just that." She instantly reply him. "Then why do people find so much joy worshiping the gods they believe in? And why do they also believe that the gods they pray to will protect them?" Carlos ask her. "...well...well. All those people are praying to those gods because that's what their ancestor did, so they are just following traditions...i guess." Elena could not give a reasonable answer.

Time continued to pass by as I watched the stars slowly move through the night sky. While studying the stars, so many questions ran through my mind. How could this happen? What about the Gods and Goddesses, why would they abandon us in our greatest collective need? Why didn’t I fight harder? Why did I give in so easily to Kali? Where was the avatar? Why, why, and why?

Artemis looked lost, "I do not understand. Why are you hiding it from him? I know you care for him and he cares for you as well. Or do you not trust him?" Gods and their stupid games. "Are you trying to make me doubt my feelings for him?" "Oh no," The goddess looked taken aback as she shook her head. "Maybe it is because I am trying to understand you a little bit? You could call me an admirer of yours, if you decide so. Maybe I just want to know how you think, why you do what you do." "I do it for him." "But why?" She stressed out. "There is not always a reason why. All I know is that I should and that is what I am doing."

That was when my mother’s question came to me again. Why her? I do not know. I swear to God; I do not even know.

The tears that never get tired of visiting me all the time. How many times did my world collide? I lost count already. Because right now, my world has collided again. Is God real? If He is, why is he not listening to me? God, I told you not to make me experience this kind of pain again because I know that it would be my death. If you hate me, why can't you just kill me instead of the people I treasure the most? Why them and not me? Why do you love to torture me instead of killing me?

Six months before "Why are you increasing my suffering, God? You already took away my Dad. My Mom, who used to be the cornerstone of my house, is in bed, and I, who used to be the Princess of my parents, am today dawdling on the roads looking for a job to keep me and my mother alive. When this is the life you had decided for me, then why did you make me dream of castles? Why did you gift me the life of a pampered child when you had to snatch everything from me in the end? Sleep on the bed of roses only to be kicked on thorns the next morning? Why did you ruin my happy life, God? Why??" I shouted in front of the holy deity, asking for the answers that I knew I would never get. I don't know wh