Novel & Cerita God Is Empty Just Like Me

And suddenly, there is nothing left to do but wait. --- The days that follow are a torment crueller than fire. Every mass I celebrate feels foreign to me, every word sounds hollow in my mouth. I read the Scriptures but hear only my own voice resonating in an icy void. I see in the eyes of the faithful invisible judges, convinced they know, they sense the stain that consumes me.

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.

This is my winter; I wait for spring and the chattering of the birds. I have always been a giver, warm and loving. Even as a child I never cried, seeking to make others happy. Often people sought me in times of trouble and I gave all I had - my whole heart and showered love upon them. By age nine adults leant on me, told me of their woes and I was their spark of light. Yet when my time to suffer came, when my world was a hurricane of ice, every light but one switched off. All but one offered a skinny love, shallow and brief, before finding a reason to excuse their flight. But maybe that's the way it had to be, one light to follow, no choice but to walk toward love and truth. Perhaps the road

"Shoot me," Kim muttered under her breath as she stared blankly at him addressing the students. Maybe she was hallucinating, she raised her finger to her skin and pinched herself hard in an attempt to snap out of her trance, but he was still standing right there in his glory, his plump pinky lips moving perfectly like it's being automated by a system or something. Never have she seen someone that complete before, he had the look of a fallen. angel. Kim could hear the other students gasping and gushing over his magnificence.

I tell him. “Damn, Well, it’s about time you found a man who knows how to please you. All your previous boyfriends have been shit. I’m gay and I could probably please a woman better than most straight men. I mean, how many times did you finish with Mitchell?” Who needs a man when you can have a God? I’m only going off two encounters here, but I’m telling you there is no competition. Gods are Gods for a reason, and they will literally rock your world.

Maybe the songwriter was talking about me. 𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡.... 𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒... 𝐴 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡......

“Without worship feeding your identity, your core will define itself.” “I already have an identity.” “Do you?” The question hit too close. “I am Nova,” I said firmly. “And what does that mean without expectation?” I hesitated. “I…” My voice faltered. “You see,” Death said quietly. Anger rose again. “I am not empty.” “No.” “Then stop speaking like I am.” “You are not empty,” Death repeated. “You are unclaimed.” The goddess looked troubled. “That is dangerous,” she whispered. “For who?” I asked.

My God. ________

"Just because you're a billionaire doesn't mean you're a God." "For your information Miss Grey, I am God." " You are no God to me...you worthless son of a--" " Complete the damn sentence and see what happens Miss Grey..After all, I am Wesley Cooper. I own the answers to all your wishes in this world." I gave out a mocking laugh. " That doesn't change that fact I'm going to break your nose right this moment if you utter another insane word. You chose to mess with the wrong girl..."

Leo listened to the insults with a bitter smile that looked even worse than outright crying. “Yasmine, you misunderstand me. The year you left, I divorced Yara. “I’m not tied up with anyone anymore.” With a dull thud, he dropped to his knees.