Sans Disbelief Novels & Stories

Her words hit him like a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. But hope was dangerousIt made his chest feel too tight. “What if he never remembers? Adrien whispered, almost ashamed to voice it. “What if this is it flashes and fragments, but never the whole? Do I keep waiting for something that won’t come back?

It is weakening the one who claimed the crown. “You,” the other bearer hisses inside my mind. “You are not meant to defy.” “I was never meant to kneel,” I reply. The man senses something wrong. “What is happening?” he demands. The woman’s face pales slightly. “The presence feels… thinner.” Fear shifts into doubt. Doubt fractures belief. “You promised certainty,” someone calls out. The man spins toward them. “Hold faith!” Faith. The word feels different now. Not heavy. Fragile.

I had no idea what the abbreviation stood for and the more I pestered Casper about it, the closer he looked to shooting me. "Can you at least give me a hint as to what it stands for?" I asked hopefully. "No." Casper wasn't even looking at me anymore, his attention seemed to be focused primarily on the door that Fabio had just left through. He seemed to be waiting, but for what? "Earth to Casper, what's so fascinating about that door?" I asked staring at it, it looked like any regular door, only more security efficient. "Let's just say it holds a lot of unanswered questions." Casper stared at me for the first time, an emotionless smile on his face, he appeared to be in deep thought.

the doctor said calmly. Ruth slowly loosen her grip on the doctor and took a few steps back. She placed a hand on her mouth trying to hold back the tears. The doctor walked towards her "ma'am, do you have any family members we can contact?" But Ruth couldn't answer. "I'm her family" a voice said. Ruth looked in the direction of the voice and saw her father's friend, Fred Sinclair. She stood up and rushed to him. "He…was saying that…my…my…parents…are de…ad" Ruth said between hiccups.

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”

I say quietly. His mouth opens, then closes. He shakes his head once. “You’re messing with me.” “I am not.” “Then prove it.” The demand is immediate, human, emotional and desperate for control. I exhale slowly. “I can’t,” I say. His eyes flash. “Of course you can’t.” “It doesn’t work like that,” I continue. “This world doesn’t exist to perform for disbelief. It exists whether you accept it or not.” That lands differently and I see it.

I feel like it chokes me, not letting me breathe. Of course, it has to be. There is no way..right? I scoffed at him, “No you don’t.” “You’re in denial. You can’t accept my love for you, Arya.”. He stated disbelief was plastered on his face. “Then what do you want me to do? Believe our lies? And then what? Accept your heart and move on from the past?” I sarcastically responded, “Kai, it isn’t that simple.” I couldn’t even imagine putting the word “love” in the same sentence as Kai. I do not even have faith in the word love. To. Me, that is just bullshit...

Minus “You wanna hear more?” I asked in disbelief. She raised an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Flyin’ baby Jesus, Cricket. I can’t for the life of me figure out why?” “Would you make up your mind please, Minus,” Cricket ground out. “Do you want me to be a part of this, or not?” “Actually… I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s not an answer!” she snapped.

I reached for the railing, but Isaac’s hands caught me instead. “God don’t like ugly,” he said with a smirk. “Then I guess he must hate you,” I said. Liar. That wasn’t true at all. In spite of what everyone said about him or what he believed about himself, I knew there wasn’t anything ugly about him; inside or out. After regaining my balance I pulled away from him. His face revealed no emotion to what I’d just said. How does he do that? “What’s wrong with her? She’s not answering my calls,” I said.

“We are fully booked through the end of the week already.” “Good disbelief or bad disbelief,” I asked, only half joking. “The best kind.” He looked up at me, something like genuine wonder in his expression. “Roza, I do not think I fully believed this would work, not at this scale, not this fast. I am glad I was wrong.”