God Is Empty Just Like Me Novels & Stories

"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.”

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.

"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."

I want someone who worships me like their life depends on my blessings but at the same time ravages me like they own every part of me. I want someone who loves me so much that I feel so full every fucking time!" I am still surprised to feel the presence of the goddess behind me when I am done speaking. I thought she might have left in the middle because no one has any time for a crying camilla like me, but she is here, listening, and it gives me some sort of comfort.

Chapter 7 “Don’t let me go, cause I’m tired of feeling alone,” - Don’t Let Me Go by Harry Styles The sounds were there. The beeping sounds, the human voices, the warmth of a hand clutching mine, the sound of sobbing and sniffling. They were all there. Was that how heaven sounded like? Because it doesn’t sound very happy. I tried to open my eyes but it didn’t work. I tried to move my hands but that didn’t work either. It felt like I was paralyzed. It felt like I was a stray soul dwelling in a dead body.

I think. Midway through the set he stops. Stands center stage. The music cuts. "I want to try something new tonight." His voice echoes through the arena. "A song I've never performed live before." The crowd goes wild. "It's called Empty." My breath catches. That's what he told me this morning. That he felt empty. The music starts. Slow. Haunting piano. He begins to sing and twenty thousand people go completely silent. The lyrics are devastating. About losing yourself. Pretending to be okay when you're falling apart inside.

"They call you Null. Zero. Empty space." I grabbed the teenage boy. I handed him the rifle. The weight made his shoulders drop, but he gripped the stock. Static pricked his fingertips. "I am the Void," I told him. I looked into his eyes. "I am the biggest nothing in the world. And I am going to eat their King." I looked back at the army. My heart hammered against my ribs. Pounding. Painful. "Show them that empty space is dangerous. Show them that you are the end of everything."

"This feels like emptiness." Elias set the folder down on the table with the careful patience of someone who was not surprised by what he was hearing. "Emptiness can be a form of freedom," he said. "You are no longer fighting for recognition. No longer pushing against his control, or his narrative, or the version of events he needed the world to accept. You can simply exist. That is not nothing, Lana. That is everything."

Faith's mind. "Everything springs from emptiness, and emptiness itself is born from nothingness. Since nothing truly exists, why cling to it?" Mr. Faith chuckled, "Why strive for the impossible? Negative emotions and darkness are woven into the fabric of human existence; how could I ever hope to eradicate them all?" As he pondered this, a harmonious golden light broke through the thick clouds and shone on Mr. Faith's face. Seeing this light, Varek, who had always been by Mr. Faith's side, recognized it as the divine grace that Mr. Faith had often spoken about.

GABRIEL P. O. V ***** Disappointment teaches us that life is dynamic, changeable, and mobile. So, expect according to reality. Love naturally. And be happy within reasonable limits. Because tomorrow is still in question, whether we are in the same situation or the opposite. ***** What does my life mean without Grace by my side? Nothing; it feels like my heart is empty. A male wolf left for dead by his mate will go crazy, get worse, and die. I'm currently in the floating phase; my zest for life has vanished.