Empty Smiles Novels & Stories

Elvira snapped impatiently and hung up with a bang. "It's real! The bomb is real! Elvira, don't hang up! Don't hang up! Elvira! El–" The timer hit zero, and a deafening explosion tore through my body before I could even react. The bomb on Whitney detonated in an instant. Shockwaves rippled through my vision as I screamed, "No!" The next second, I was sent flying by a tremendous force. The world around me fell instantly silent. I drifted in an endless darkness, dizzy and disoriented, for what felt like an eternity.

Feeling guilty, he averted his eyes. Juliette had already approached Diane to suck up to her, so she overheard the exchange as well. Resisting the urge to smile, she said pitifully, "I had such a tough childhood, Julia. Food and supplies were scarce on the island. I'm not like you, who got to eat everything you wanted. "After Eli mentioned the taste of the Sparkling Lia, I wanted to try it for myself, too. Once I did, I took quite a liking to it. That's why I keep asking Eli to bring me over for some cake. You won't mind, right, Julia?"

At school, I had a nickname. They called me "Mister Wait-Your-Turn." I waited for the sneakers my brother had grown tired of, the backpack my sister thought was ugly, and the phones my parents had already cracked the screens of. Even when it came to taking a shower, I had to wait until everyone else was done. A week ago, Mom had promised me, "On the day of your college entrance exam, you won't have to wait your turn for the shower." So when I finally stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat and smelling awful, I thought my turn had finally come. I was halfway through working up a lather when someone started pounding on the door. "Come out. Let your brother go in." My eyes stung,

The space where it was— Empty. Silent. Still. For a moment— No one speaks. No one moves. Then Matteo exhales. “…Did we just… actually win.” I don’t answer immediately. Because I’m watching. Because I’m waiting. Because something this complex— Doesn’t just end. Ezra steps forward slightly. “Aidan.” I shake my head. “Wait.” Seconds pass. Nothing happens. No signal. No movement. No return. The space remains empty. And slowly—

I should’ve felt something, relief, love, gratitude, but all that filled the space between us now was emptiness. I walked to my study, the floor creaking faintly under my steps. The lamp on my desk cast a pale, solitary light over the papers scattered across its surface. The engagement ring box sat beside them, closed and empty. I thought the applause today would fill something in me, that it would help me make sense of everything. But all it did was leave a hollow echo that refused to fade. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered Amber’s face when she said, “It feels like Mama.”

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the woman from yesterday who'd suddenly appeared behind me creepily. Two spots were empty then— Amaya. She sat with her fingers clasped around each other on the table, her demeanor tense. What was going on?

I just mumble back to him. I'm not sure how long after he left I woke up fully, but the side he sleeps in is cold, so he must have left hours ago. Turning, I see the paper on the bed. I smile and reach for it. Turning it over, my eyes widen. The sketch shows a person with the centre of their body hollowed out and empty. There's no longer a heart there. I read the poem. Hollowed out Empty within Nothing lingers Nothing lives Cold spreads quickly

“You’re ready.” And they were. The car ride home was quiet. Not sad. Not heavy. Just reflective. Maya reached for Ethan’s hand. “We did our part.” He squeezed gently. “And now they do theirs.” Walking back into the house felt surreal. Rooms quieter. Hallways wider. Time slower. Maya stood in the doorway of the now-empty bedroom. And instead of crying… She smiled. Because emptiness didn’t mean loss. It meant success. That evening, Maya and Ethan sat on the porch together.

I tell in a soft voice and a very decent smile. But Iris responded nothing, she kept skimming my face. Silence spread across the room, our gazes fixed on each other, waiting for her to break the tension. I don't like this look of emptiness in her eyes. I can feel something pinching me, looking at her like this. So lost and empty. The usual glow is missing from her face, it's left pale and dead. And I hate that. I want to do anything, that can bring that kind smile back to her.