Supreme Emptiness Novels & Stories

"I bet you can do anything for sex. Only sex could kill. There would be no man in this world, so we are all the same. There's no need to judge between women and men because all of us have our flaws." "Guess you are right, but that won't change my opinion on women," I heard him say. "What you are doing is unfair because there are a lot of people out there who are sleeping with empty stomachs because they are jobless, and they are sincere in their work. What you are doing is an act of discrimination between men and women, but you are born rich, you don't get it.

The stars twinkled overhead, a myriad of distant lights suspended in the darkness, but their brilliance did little to pierce the veil of emptiness that enveloped me. I wasn't sad, not in the conventional sense at least, but neither was I happy. Instead, I was consumed by a profound sense of emptiness, a void that seemed to stretch on endlessly within the depths of my soul. It was a feeling that defied explanation, a gnawing sense of disconnection from the world around me.

"That's not possible." "It wasn't supposed to be." The First Hollowed's gaze remained fixed on the darkness. "But something happened." The darkness pulsed again. A low sound echoed across the clearing. Almost like breathing. "Absence became aware." Nobody liked that sentence. Not one person. I could feel it. The discomfort. The instinctive rejection. Because awareness belonged to things. To beings. To minds. Not to emptiness. Not to nothing.

After a long moment, I spoke again. "I should feel something. Relief. Satisfaction. Even sadness. But I don't. I just feel—" I searched for the word. "Empty." "That's not nothing." "No?" "No." He turned to look at me. "Empty means you've cleared out everything that was filling the space. The fear. The anger. The hope. Now you get to choose what comes next." I stared at him. "You always know what to say." "I don't. I just say what I think. You decide what it means."

' The Dean thought to herself while looking at Gale who has been sitting confidently in the couch unbothered by the heavy atmosphere caused by the VP's anger. "This.. This is impossible!! H-how? How could a mere student got such a score?!" The VP stuttered in disbelief after he finished checking Gale's answers. Though he was angry, his focus was unaffected, and it only took him twenty minutes to re-check Gale's answers. And Gale really got a mark of 595 out of the 600 items, with the five of those mistakes being left blank. What shocked the VP was that when he checked the five questions deliberately left blank by Gale, he found out that those were very basic kind of question that even those

I stop in front of the room she occupied. The door is ajar. The sheet is disheveled. The scent has evaporated. But I still search for it. Like an animal. Like a fool. I sit at the edge of the bed. I lower my head. I stare at my open palms. They tremble. Not from fatigue. Not from fear. But from emptiness. I have nothing left to say. Nothing left to command. I am no longer a king. Only a man who has lost everything. And who no longer knows how to breathe.

Alexei did not need to be inside to know that something was wrong. From the moment they had crossed the door of the Nameless Church, he had felt the magic of that place pressing against his body like a second atmosphere—ancient, dense, made of layers upon layers of enchantments. But there was something different now: that sensation of emptiness. The signature Susan had created on the box no longer existed. The Grand Master approached, and everyone fell silent. The ceremony was about to begin. He placed both hands on the box, and the glow ran across the dark wood before disappearing under the metal edges. Nothing. Only emptiness.