God Is Empty Just Like Me Novels & Stories

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.

Who is like unto you, there is none like you God. You were the light in my life, and i'm grateful for your kindness towards me. Thank you for bringing me this far, Glory be to you. My dear friends out there, remember that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. No matter the situation you see yourself in, don't give up because God has something better for you. THE END "OMG!! I can't believe its finished, guys thanks so much for reading this book. I really appreciate every single one of you, you where all with me whether good or bad. A big thanks goes to :

I hear him suddenly inquire after a long term of obvious silence suddenly filled the room from my last question. " I felt devastated, I felt like the world had finally come to and end, and I felt like God had forsaken me....it also did not help thr fact that i had no one around to surround me" I hear him say while smiling dryly, and I could tell by the current look on his face.

The paper fell, unfolding on the stone floor like a white flag. "Both," he whispered. Not a question this time. A realization. "The boy. And yours. And you... you are..." "Empty," I said, stopping three feet from him. Close enough to smell the rain on him, the alcohol, the ghost of her perfume. Close enough to see the small cuts on his hands from the ceramic shards he had smashed. "I am the empty vessel. And you cannot fill me. You can only look." I turned my back on him. I walked to the third pedestal—the white cylinder, the closed system, the zero. I picked it up. It was light, perfectly balanced, a womb that would never bleed, never swell, never disappoint.

Not even God. Now, I don’t pray. I don’t cry. Now I only believe in one person—Myself. Three years of pain have burned every tear out of me. I am empty. Cold. I feel nothing now. Maybe that’s what freedom feels like. I sat in front of the mirror and watched myself. The woman looking back at me was a stranger. Her eyes were dark and tired. Her lips were pale. I used to be soft. Now I am stone. I put on makeup slowly. I painted life on my face because he liked it that way. But inside, I was already dead.

Do you think I am slowly turning to God? For so long I have dreamt of Clag and Danny. And for so long I have demanded an answer as to why I was brought to this life, but yet, there haven't been any answers. For some reasons, I reckon, I am but only a roaming lifeless mustard seed enclosed in a showcase and packaged in a nylon called life. To prove my point, think of an empty space with an empty sack lying downwards. Can you imagine that? I left home today to visit Goodness. A newness of life came as I turned my head to face another street, hoping I would find him and Delaney waiting for me.

He left and now I feel empty inside. TBC

Sky I feel empty, not sad, not angry, not frustarted, it is just like someone took my heart away and closed my chest and told me to live like that I know many people had and even currently be fantasying something like that, but let me tell you it is no roses or does it makes matters better, cause the emptiness I feel is like something inside me was ripped out and never replaced, I wasn’t given no peace I haven’t spoken to Ace since that day.