Lifequestions Stories

Love is expressed in so many ways. It's beautiful, intricate, complex, and can bring out the best and worst sides of us. Are we lucky to experience it, or cursed to do so? Sometimes I hate to love you so much.

2 minutes to go Sian: I will miss you wisdom Wisdom: I know Sian: Won't you miss me Wisdom: No Sian: Why Wisdom: Because I will always be with you Sian smiles 1 minute to go Sian: Wisdom Wisdom: Yes Sian: Thank you, this girl is now a woman, do you believe my thanks now, remember you told me you'll believe it at the end Wisdom smiles 0 minutes to go Everything begins to blur, but before she leaves, she places the letter in his hands, and then it all turns white. . . . Sian always felt she was unlucky... Until she meets wisdom, a being not so human but more human than any in her life. Join Sian and Wisdom as they embark on the journey of understanding and faith, one conversation at a time

Read this... if you've ever felt like your mind is not yours anymore

Untitled by Abdo is a personal and philosophical exploration of human behavior and self-reflection. It examines questions about life, motivation, and the truths we tell ourselves, blending honest observations with deep curiosity. This book invites readers to think, question, and explore meaning without offering final answers.

Effects of routine

I spent years chasing the future everyone promised me. Now that I'm here, all I feel is tired-and full of questions.

These are a few of the short stories I've written that I'd like to share. They're little fairy tales that I made up and that I hope people enjoy.

Most people think that they are good people, but are you really a good person? Read this comic style story to find out.

. Since we catch two-dimentional things as cartoons, does that mean two-dimentional things take us as their cartoons? What if that when you die, you go into a tunnel to where you are born as someone else again? You only cry because of the memories you have lost, yet partial memory is remembered, that's why they call it deja vu. i thought of cheesecake while typing down the discription.

If life gives up on you and your falling down; always believe that someone will catch you ,but..... What if he is the one whose breaking would you catch him or Let him fall?

A short essay/story/poem on what love means to me.

To begin with, What even is love?

"What did you do?" "I bought her a glass of vodka, and an invitation to the party in my pants," After that small encounter, they observed quietly, all of them unconsciously holding their breaths in. They watched the server give her the drink, the piece of paper, and then pointing in their direction. She looked at all three of them almost skeptically, before her lips formed a tiny smirk that didn't go unnoticed. They all suddenly felt cold sweat running down their backs, internally wishing they hadn't tried to create any sorts of contact with her. She took a pen from the waiter, wrote down on the paper for a bit before handing everything back and casually leaning on her chair. The worker came back to their table, obviously annoyed from playing the role of a messenger, handed the message, and ran away before they could ask for another favor. Aiden nervously opened the paper, not exactly knowing what to expect. After staring at it for a few moments, his mouth dropped open. Zach and James couldn't take anymore of the suspense and snatched the paper, their facial expressions resembling their friend's. When they looked back at her table she held up the cup that he bought her, winked, and chugged it down before grabbing her jacket and exiting the bar. 'Hey babe. Wanna hang out some time? ;) -A' 'I prefer gin to vodka. -J'

"Whispers of the Soul" is a collection of evocative poems that explore the intricate depths of human emotions and experiences. Through vivid imagery and lyrical language, the poems delve into themes of love, loss, nature, and self-discovery, capturing the essence of life's fleeting moments. Each poem is a journey, inviting readers to reflect on their own inner landscapes and the subtle beauty of the world around them. With a delicate balance of melancholy and hope, this collection speaks to the heart, offering solace and inspiration to those who seek a deeper understanding of themselves and their place in the universe.

A small collection of poems about the past, present, and future of life

Just read it

She was extremely beautiful. She looked no older than him and was dressed in a white kimono. From her formal posture she must have been a head shorter than him. Her hair was straight at shoulder length. It was so pure white it was as if her head was covered in snow. Her bangs almost covering her eyes. Her eyes were round and full of wonder. Her irises coloured a light shade of gray. What he had also noticed was the handles of two weapons on her back. From what he could see they were most likely swords. Even those handles were completely white. "Who... Are you?" He asked after a few moments of complete silence. "I have no name of my own but as an ethereal being I represent an abstract concept. The concept of Suicide. Pleased to meet you, Sajin Hisato." She said in a monotone voice but was smiling nonetheless.

In my "Game of Faith" message I tackled the question of why God lets us go through challenging times; this time, I'm going to talk about another difficult, commonly-asked question: If God is the Ruler of the Universe, why doesn't He just make everyone follow Him? Why didn't He make Adam and Eve obey Him in the garden? After all, He knew what Satan would try to do beforehand, right? This question has many different forms, but it all boils down to why doesn't God just fix everything and everyone Himself, and make everything perfect now? Author: Jay (Wolfpool77)