Supreme Emptiness Novels & Stories

And somewhere, deep beneath the emptiness, something waited. The perfect moment to strike

A wave of emptiness hit her like a physical force, almost blinding her. Evan's room was completely bare—everything gone.

The silver eyes stared up from the endless abyss. They did not glow with the warmth of the Source. They did not burn with the sorrow of the Creator. They did not carry the loneliness of the Shadow. They held nothing. No anger. No hatred. No compassion. Only absolute emptiness. The moment they opened completely, every sound in creation vanished. The wind stopped. The stars became motionless. The rivers flowing through distant worlds froze in place. Even the beating of my own heart disappeared. It was as if existence itself had forgotten how to breathe.

--- Then— Her eyes shifted. Slowly. Landing on him. --- And there— There it was. --- Not emotion. Not fully. But something cracked through the emptiness. Something small. Something fleeting. Something that didn’t belong to the version of her everyone else saw. --- Exhaustion. --- Not the kind that sleep fixes. Not the kind that fades. The kind that settles into your bones. The kind that comes from carrying something too heavy for too long. The kind that doesn’t leave. --- Ethan’s grip loosened slightly.

Eliana felt the words settle into the hollow of her chest, each one a stone dropped into a well that had no bottom. She looked at the scale in the air, the living Eliana upon one pan, the absolute emptiness upon the other. She understood now why the emptiness was so heavy. It was not merely absence. It was the shape of the guide's withheld dissolution, his suspended annihilation, his existence held in abeyance so that hers could continue. The realm had not been cheated. It had been placated. Temporarily.

My eyes filled with tears, my hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, the image of my daughter's gruesome death flooded my entire mind. "But Sam's been sterile for some time now. How are you going to explain the baby in your belly to him?" Pete Griffith hugged Jody Parker, letting out a playful, teasing laugh.

"What if I’m empty inside when I remove everyone else?" "Impossible," he answered immediately, with scientific conviction. "The fact that you’re bothered already proves you want something. Comfortable emptiness doesn’t generate restlessness. Only living emptiness—emptiness that is looking for fulfillment." He kissed my temple gently. "It might hurt a little to dig until you find it. But I bet on you. I always have."

I understood it with the specific, embodied understanding of someone who was currently two feet from a man she had been in the same house with for weeks and who had walked past an open door and stopped and come in and sat down and had not said anything else, and neither had she, and the not-speaking was — I was looking for the accurate description of it and the accurate description was: Full. The not-speaking was full. It was not the not-speaking of people who had nothing to say or who were waiting to speak or who were managing the discomfort of silence. It was the not-speaking of a room that had reached a level of content at which speech would have been redundant — would have added less tha

He marched up to the desk and barked, "Have you lost your mind? This isn't a seat you can just help yourself to! Get up right now!" He sounded pissed off. "When the CEO gets here and sees you sitting in his chair, he's going to be furious! If you ruin this deal for me, I'll break your legs! Do you have any idea where you are? We're at Lux Materials, a multi-million-dollar company! You—" Uncle Liam took a deep breath before turning and apologizing to Maya. "I'm terribly sorry you have to see this! This is my deadbeat nephew. He's never seen much of the world and has no sense of propriety. I'll get him out of that chair right now.