Nothingness Book Novels & Stories

I was useless. It seemed like it took me forever to get to the two figures. I kept looking down at my feet that felt like they were strapped to lead weights, and willing them to move faster. I looked up when I knew I was nearing my destination. I was struck with a feelign of fear and shock when I realized the figures had disappeared. As if they were never there. I frantically spun around looking in all directions trying to find them. They were gone, and the clearing had gone deathly silent. There were no birds. There was no soft breeze. Nothing.

It was as if he had vanished from the world, ignoring everyone. I had no idea how long I waited, but eventually, the emergency room doors opened. The doctor’s face was solemn, and the air around him felt heavy. I staggered forward, only to see the body covered by a white sheet. At that moment, my phone lit up with a message from Xavier. “You knew today is a week since Eve’s death, and yet you cursed my mother just to get me to come home. Don’t worry, I won’t come home, not in a million years!”

It was crazy and I knew things were going to go back to normal sooner or later, customs had changed traditions had changed, theories had changed, but the prospect of living was the only thing left to hold on to. I closed my eyes and got to sleep, It took me a while but I finally slept. It was morning and what woke me up was the sunlight shining through the window, not Nick, I looked at him and he was still lying on the bed, he slept so soundly and I got up from the bed. And got me tea, he came around after some time and I made him some too. It was early but it was the perfect time to find out what was in the book, I picked it up and my heart started beating faster than normal, maybe the anxi

"Faking allergies and jumping out windows to make us look bad, huh? Why didn't you just die?" I curled up, hugging my head. I never meant that. I just wanted to stay alive. I gambled on a three-story drop and won. But I lost the bet on their hate. The glass reflected Robert leaning on the wall, watching Susan claw at me. The lady on the next bed hugged her scared kid, cooing softly. People at the door stared at me with disgust, like I was a nasty brat. The tiny hope I'd built that they loved me shattered.

The other was the section about a period two years into the marriage with Lucien when she had briefly wondered whether she was still the person she had been before everything, whether the rebuilding had created a version of herself that was functional and successful and had lost something she could not name. She rewrote both sections with the honesty they required. The writing was difficult and the result was the best writing in the book. The book published in October, titled From Nothing, which was the phrase she had returned to most consistently when she tried to describe what the beginning had looked like: not from nowhere, not from disaster, but from nothing, which was a specific and acc

KNOX’S POV I turn the next page. Nothing. I turn the next. Nothing. It is page after page of completely blank, yellowing paper. I go faster, thumbing frantically through the rest of the book with my heart hammering against my ribs. Empty. The entire thing is fucking empty. I drop it and snatch up the next one from the pile. I rip it open. This one has writing in it. For one split second, everything inside me lifts.

This was the Summation. ​"He doesn't have a name," Nora realized. "Because the Author didn't write one. He’s... he’s Un-Scripted." ​The Weight of the White Space ​As Nora touched the infant’s hand, the "White Page" around them began to vibrate. ​"Papa, something’s wrong," Nora gasped. "The White Space... it’s not a sanctuary. It’s a Vacuum. Without the Author’s pen, there’s no gravity. There’s no 'Meaning' to hold the atoms together. We’re... we’re evaporating into the margins!"

"Can we stop it? Can we defeat the Original Nothing?" Ember shook her tiny head. "I do not know. I do not know if we can fight it. Do not know if we can stop it. Do not know if we can defeat it. The Original Nothing is not like Devourers. Not like hostile Darks. Not like any enemy we faced before. The Original Nothing is not an enemy. Is not a being. Is not something we can fight, transform or convince. The Original Nothing is simply nothing. Pure nothing. Absolute nothing. Eternal nothing. It does not hate existence. Does not oppose something. Does not reject meaning. It is simply nothing. And nothing consumes something. Void erases fullness. Emptiness eliminates meaning. That is what nothi

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

"Victor, what the f**k are these things?" "Nulls," Silas’s voice echoed from the treeline, a hollow, grinding sound that seemed to come from the earth itself. He stood motionless, the darkness pooling at his feet like spilled ink. "They are the absence of life, Victor. You cannot kill what does not exist in your light. Your 'New Order' is built on a sun that is about to go out."