God Is Empty Just Like Me Novels & Stories

Where was the big guy when they needed him? To his surprise, the grim reaper put a reassuring hand on the teenage spirit’s arm. In all his years as a clairvoyant, he had never heard the grim reaper speak. But at this very moment, the grim reaper opened his mouth and spoke. His voice was not of this world, it was ethereal, delicate and light and it reminded Hans of overflowing milk and honey. “HaShem did not bring you this far to abandon you. HE will not forsake you.”

I worked hard, I practiced, I starved ,I prayed to God. Why am I always unwanted? Does God not consider me human too? Why?

If I stopped, I feared I’d crumble under the weight of my own emptiness. Hi guys, I hope you enjoyed this new episode. Please don't for get to Like, comment and vote. Thank you 😊 love, Leigh.

I stop in front of the room she occupied. The door is ajar. The sheet is disheveled. The scent has evaporated. But I still search for it. Like an animal. Like a fool. I sit at the edge of the bed. I lower my head. I stare at my open palms. They tremble. Not from fatigue. Not from fear. But from emptiness. I have nothing left to say. Nothing left to command. I am no longer a king. Only a man who has lost everything. And who no longer knows how to breathe.

Empty again. Tbc…

"Dear God, I don't know if you have been warned, but your name is in several quotes in this book. We, the crazy humans, write, and all the people you made in your image continue to believe that this garbage is real "he recited in a melancholic and soft tone, looking down, focused on the fingers that played the guitar. "Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.”

He is gone. And I find myself staring at an empty space.

EVANGELINE. Nothingness wraps around me like a cloak. There’s no feeling of anything here. It’s not cold, warm, or windy. Everything is just… still. There’s no light, and even with our vision, I cannot see anything. This place is indeed empty. I tighten my hold on Zedkiel’s hand as we walk through the emptiness, side by side. The only sound that I can hear is the Eternal God’s footsteps ahead of us and our heartbeats.

He did not say a single word, he just stared at me with those beautiful eyes I've fallen in love with. "I don't know what I'm feeling, it's the first time in life where I've felt like this- like a ghost in a world of paper dolls." I say as my voice comes out as a whisper. "I was feeling empty for a while, then I let sunshine and birdsong begin to fill my tank. My old passions and interests began to spark, and in time my motor kicked into life again. Feeling empty is the invitation to refill your soul with whatever brings you joy and a sense of purpose. Your mother was your joy, she was the light in your dark tunnel, you grew up surrounded by death and blood so you used your mom as a way to e

"What if I’m empty inside when I remove everyone else?" "Impossible," he answered immediately, with scientific conviction. "The fact that you’re bothered already proves you want something. Comfortable emptiness doesn’t generate restlessness. Only living emptiness—emptiness that is looking for fulfillment." He kissed my temple gently. "It might hurt a little to dig until you find it. But I bet on you. I always have."