Everything Is Permitted Nothing Is True Novels & Stories

Kathleen's hand trembled and her lips moved but nothing came out. "What are you doing?" Vince spread his hands on either side of his body in frustration. He had to get her the hell out of here, Vivian was coming. "Why are you doing this to me?" she sobbed hysterically. The weight of her situation suddenly fell upon her like a stone and crushed whatever was left of her composure. “I am ruined!” "I am not doing anything to you. I never promised I would marry you. Did I?” He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk.

I said plainly and he let go of my hand immediately, his expression apologetic as ever that I couldn't help but to burst into laughter at his expense. "Was that a joke?" He asked, leaning forward so he'd see my face and I shook my head. "You weren't going to let go of my hands if I did come up with something." "I was going to let go once you believe me." I scoffed again. "It's hard just to start unbelieving what you've believed in all your life." "Even if it's a blatant lie....." "Especially if it's the only truth you've ever known." "It's nowhere close to the truth and deep down, you know that too. You're probably just afraid to confront that truth."

About everything. What have I done!?

She nodded "I know I'm the most horrible person in this world, but I'm so sorry I was not able to recognise you when I saw you. I should have apologize for everything I did. From our prom night to our marriage, for judging you for your imperfections when mine was piled up like a mountain. I love you Pearl, I can't live without you. I don't know how I survived those days without you. But at this point, just do whatever you want to. You're free to divorce me. I deserve it, I deserve everything you want to do. Just please, find a place in your heart to forgive me" ////////////////////////////////// Fly! not because you want to, but because you have to.—Penangel.

My living anchor He reads me like a book, the way he looked at me feels like he is memorizing every bits of me and yet, every bits of him is a lie Through the days that I am nothing he was there. Never thought that in the dark there is still a light For the past months that I am with them, they give me advices like I am their little sister, which is wrong, because I am older but they know a more and they proved a lot of things to me and right now, they proved another thing to me, and that is “All of the people around you are not true, some are just deceiving you”

That was everything. That was enough. That was perfect in its imperfection. Exactly as it should be.

Gabe moved, dropping off the side of the ledge effortlessly. Yada moved to look down on the drop. "Different, I can see this, but what are you?" "That is a very perplexing question indeed. I am everything and nothing, all combined into a false perception of life. I am death and un-death. I am the ending of existence and the beginning of everything." "You speak in riddles." "No, I speak the truth, although, you may be unable to comprehend, but that will change." He spoke with clarity and certainty.

Nothing more, nothing less. To be continued

Telling me to want for for the sake of something! I actually listened to that urge and surrendered myself for the want that didn't leave. "It is my first time too," I told him as well. "So we do this right?" he asked. "Can we?" I asked. "We can do it our way," he offered. "What do you have in mind? Will it be perfect?" "Perfection is non existent. The present is all that matters and what we can make out of it. I know something that might make it close."

Every solution we had created—every new domain, every expanded possibility, every inclusive framework—had been weakening the barrier that kept true nothing from manifesting. We had been destroying reality's foundation while thinking we were saving it. "What do you want?" Kael asked. "I want you to stop," the Void Before Nothing replied simply. "Stop creating. Stop adding. Stop expanding existence into every available space. You have made reality so complicated. So heavy with layers and domains and paradoxes. I want you to—simplify. Strip away everything you added. Return to the beginning. Let there be nothing again. Real nothing. Not temporary absence or optional non-existence. Just—nothing.