God Is Empty Just Like Me Novels & Stories

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.

boy:- so you are god, you are really beautiful, can you explain to me why you didn't help me when I was suffering alone and when I was about to die, why didn't you let me die when I was suffering, explain you are the goddess of death, why didn't you something, why didn't you kill me so I don't have to suffer, after all, you are the goddess of death, why I am alive and keep suffering. goddess:- you kid, all humans are just behaving like idiots, do you think that we hate you or do you think we have only you to fill your life with happiness, no we have to do complex and superior work, but because of your selfish nation you suffer because you want to guarantee to have everything and go everythi

Memorable began his narration to Sergius about what he told this adept: "God is asleep. He dreams of us going to the shops, of us crying in the still night. When we rejoice in the smile of a child, God rejoices with us. When we hurt someone, God gets upset. Year after year. Universes die and are born again. We die and are born again. Planets move around the sun. On the ground, cars are moving on the highway. At night, from space, ISS astronauts look at the lights of cities. Stars fill the cosmic void with light. People seek to know the mystery of life and death. People are afraid of losing something and want to gain something. We communicate so we don't feel alone. We want to be needed by so

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.

"Remember, God created you to be who you are not to be someone else and no one was born weak or evil. You were once a pure-hearted and strong woman Jenna. You still are. You just need to lay it all out on someone" Her words comforted me. It feels like another weight uplifted from my shoulders. I hug her and let my tears flow freely without holding back.

God. The God of Abundance—a deity renowned for his boundless generosity—does not stop my greedy, wandering hands. Instead, he completely indulges my lust. He lets out a low, shuddering breath, deliberately relaxing his broad shoulders so the heavy silk of his robes parts even wider, giving me unrestricted, glorious access to everything. Jackpot!

“Help me rid myself of these thoughts.” I dropped to my knees. “Our Father, who art in heaven…” My voice was too rough. Too angry. “Hallowed be Thy name…” But the words felt empty. My chest burned hotter. Images intruded: Ezra blushing at Eros. Ezra biting his lip. Ezra on his knees, not for God but for— “No.” I dug my nails into my thigh. “No.” I tried again. “Create in me a clean heart, O God—” But the filth only grew.

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.

Chapter 21. Success Bright POV. If someone asks if anyone has ever seen a god, i would say i have seen one. In flesh and blood. For others he may be a human, a mere human, but for me, i can never put him at a place of a human. He is far above. He is a god himself. Selfless. Loving. Caring. Gentle.

the voice becomes so far and unreachable, yet it filled her mind fully. Despite the pressure slowly rising, she walked forward cautiously. Every step she takes, the empty space filled with life, one at a time! Her heart tremble, shriek with excitement, “So the hidden... actually exist within the empty space!” “That's insight is for you to keep! Keep that to your grave, lady,” the voice noted and sigh, still with the frustrations accompanied it. Nuahanna continue walks by, forward and never turn back. The voice gone, as the presence it hold. The empty space only becoming more lively than ever!