God Is Empty Just Like Me Novels & Stories

Faces rose behind my eyes. Those who hadn’t made it out of the clearing. Warriors who’d taken blows meant for me. People whose names I’d only just learned, whose lives had been clipped at the edge of my story. Joy, at being alive and free, tangled with that guilt until it was hard to separate one from the other. A third feeling slid in under both. Emptiness. Not the bad kind. Just… absence. A space where constant crisis had lived, now suddenly vacant. “What does a girl who’s only ever fought,” I whispered to the empty room, “do when there’s nothing left to fight?”

The space inside my chest The one that had always felt like something was there, even when I didn’t understand it It’s empty. Completely. Gone. My stomach tightens slightly, but there’s no sharp ache that follows. No burn. Just a quiet, hollow realization. “Oh,” I whisper. Eric’s eyes sharpen instantly. “What?” I look at him. And I realize something else. I feel… normal. Just… neutral. Like something that should be there is missing, but my body doesn’t know how to react to it. “It’s gone,” I say softly. His expression shifts.

Suddenly you are ripped into being alive. And, life is pain and, life is suffering and, life is horror but my god you are alive and it is spectacular. -Joseph Campbell. |I R I S| Have you ever felt empty to a point that there is nothing left worthy enough to be felt? Like someone have dug deeper inside you and pulled everything from you, leaving you empty and numb for so long until there was nothing left.

"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.

“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.

"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..."

Do you feel empty? Pray and cry to ALLAH. Tell him all the problems you have. You will have more than you imagine. If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your Salah can't Happy reading Meerab p.o.v I was humming something standing by the pan frying the egg , enjoying my alone time. I didn't realise Saad entered ,the moment I turned he was standing in front of me . ‘’what the hell!!’’ I put my hand on my chest to normalise my heart beating .

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.

he vows, his body radiating violent promise. I tap down the dominance itching to take over and put him in his place, keeping my thoughts on Orenda and the baby to keep myself…civil. Or as close to it as I can get. “I’m not trying to fuel anything. I just know there is no other being who can shield someone or something from a God except another God,” I clarify with measured words. I had no idea being mindful of your words was this fucking exhausting.