Supreme Emptiness Novels & Stories

“Something that holds everything together.” “Affirmative.” “And your problem,” I said, stepping forward into the glowing network, “is that your core was never alive.” The threads pulsed sharply. “Core function is optimal.” “No,” I said softly. “It’s empty.” That hit. I felt it. A subtle shift. A ripple that didn’t belong to the system’s design. Because emptiness wasn’t something it could measure. Wasn’t something it could defend. “You built a center that controls everything,” I continued. “But it doesn’t care about anything.”

that had come eight years too late. So anxious that for a moment, she had forgotten today was Eileen's funeral. Bianca slapped herself twice, regretful. "I'm sorry, Alan. I deserve to die." The March wind still carried a chill. I pulled my clothes tighter around me and walked outside. "Yeah, you do deserve to die. I still have to send my grandma off. Get lost right now. If souls are real, my grandma wouldn't want to see something as filthy as you here." Bianca suddenly raised her head and looked into my eyes, unwilling to give up. She desperately tried to find even the tiniest trace of attachment in them.

cried Reymond cally shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, he didn't want to get involved in things that were none of his business. because it could have an impact on him, who knows? Because sometimes, we have to be very stupid and ignorant, like Cally's inspirational book, AN ART TO LEARN TO LEARN TO BE BODOOM, a book that can greatly influence a person's character. Reymond was getting more and more furious, especially the young men boldly pointed at their table and the object of their conversation was this girl in front of him, who didn't even care what they said about him.

It wasn’t a key. It was a void. A perfect, silent, impenetrable emptiness. A null. And around the edges of that void, the chamber’s energy sparked and fizzled, unable to penetrate, unable to map it. The resonance wasn’t revealing a mechanism; it was revealing an absence. The master’s face went very still. “Impossible,” he whispered.

It was vacant, which meant Allen wasn’t home yet. I sat on the bed and cursed the day I met Indiana. How dare she leave me on hold while she enjoyed herself? She knew I was feeble to deal with this on myself. I had never watched p**n, I don’t even know how his organ could fit into mine sort of thing.

Her fingers tightened around her fork as she watched Richard silently. Richard took a slow sip of water, his expression unreadable. Then he set the glass with a deliberate calm. “I believe there’s good and evil in the world. And I believe there’s a supernatural being-greater than everything- watching over it all, keeping the scales balanced.” He paused, meeting her father’s gaze. “But no, I haven’t stepped foot in a church in ages.” Pamela’s breath caught as she watched her father lean back in his chair, studying Richard with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

"Get out of my head you dumbass. Don't answer anything unless it comes from my mouth." We both burst out laughing. "Junior, it was really bad. I thought I was going to die. There were so many other creatures like him," pointing at Kran, "with chains around their necks and legs. They were made to work with whips raining on them like no man's business. The only break they had was once in a day, just for a meal. A meal that could barely fill my stomach. I thought I was dying. That mean doctor offered me food that I had never seen before, so I refused to eat it."

I feel so empty. /> I've been feeling nauseous this past few days and this morning is not an exception. I wish I could have told him that I have been feeling bad these past few days in case I dont have a chance. He was always in a hurry to leave. sometimes when I wake up he is no longer beside me, I can just read in the text that Calla called him. It's the same today. I looked at the empty bed beside me. Then I looked outside the window. No sun. It looks like it's raining now. Why do I always feel so empty?

"You are just the Latest Refill" The sickle lashed out, and a beam of Liquid Despair hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Emptied. I felt my "Sovereignty" being labeled "Available Surplus"; my love for Eryx was being labeled "Bond-Energy for the Next Cycle". "Eryx, the iron... it’s Hollowing Out!"

EVERY PATH EVENTUALLY ENDS IN EMPTINESS. But Cole and Lila knew better. They had seen the paths that branched into endless possibilities, the choices that created new choices, the lives that touched other lives and made more life possible. “You’re wrong,” they said together, their voice echoing through every door, every world, every moment. “Choice is endless. Paths are infinite. Emptiness is just one choice among many—and no one has to take it.”