Supreme Emptiness Novels & Stories

I'm not sure why, but it hurts like hell that he has such an impact on me. It's as if there's nothing there. A gloomy emptiness. A never-ending dark void that eats everything, leaving you with no sensations. Empty. Nothing can quell the emptiness of your hollow spirit, which lurks in the shadows, away from any other human life because it can't stand to pretend that everything is well.

No careful calibration of emotion for an audience. What I saw was worse than any of those things. It was emptiness. A vast, hollow, echoing emptiness where a person should have been. Not the emptiness of sadness or grief or loss — those are full emotions, dense with meaning. This was the emptiness of absence. Of something that was never there to begin with. As if the Lily I had grown up with — the sister, the rival, the shadow — had always been a projection of humanity, and the thing behind the projection was simply... nothing.

Zumir asked, gazing at the full moon that illuminated the night. “Your energy might not be enough for that distance, Zumir. It might only weaken you,” answered Supreme Atcandis. “I was there just the other day, Father. I felt no shortness of breath. I returned safely,” Zumir replied, his crimson eyes glowing as he looked at him. “My body cannot withstand the journey. I might die in space,” said the Supreme with a soft laugh. “Don’t worry, Father. I’ll take care of you. If you feel weak, I’ll lend you a portion of my energy,” his son said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

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.

The First Thought turned toward him. “We can't keep doing this.” The man shook his head. “We have no choice.” “There is always a choice.” “Not anymore.” Emily stepped closer. “Who are you?” Neither figure seemed to hear her. The man looked toward the First Thought. “If you create another, the cycle continues.” “I know.” “And if you don't?” “Everything remains empty.” The man looked at her. “Then perhaps emptiness is better.” The First Thought shook her head. “No.” “Why?”

After getting remarried, I started renting out my husband. Whenever his “one true love” called, he’d leave my side without hesitation. I stopped begging, stopped crying, and started charging by the hour instead. Daytime rates: $15,000 an hour. Evenings: $30,000 an hour. Holidays: triple rate. Three months later, my account had grown by nearly $3 million. He promised to help me pick out a gown for a formal dinner, but then she called in tears because she’d nicked her hand while cooking. I didn’t argue. I just held out my payment QR code. One night, I spiked a high fever. On the way to the hospital, she called again, saying the thunder was too loud and she was scared to sleep alone. I quietly

So used to it that I forgot to cherish you. I set down my coffee and looked at him. "Adrian, do you know what your words sound like to me?" "Like what?" "Like a child who has a toy in his hand but never plays with it, leaving it in the corner to gather dust. Then when someone else takes it away, he cries and wants it back. "You don't truly want the toy. You're just not used to losing it." He froze, lips slightly parted, unable to say anything. I stood up and picked up my bag.

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin

I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor? " Tell me, why are you so quite? usually you talk a lot but what happened now?" " Why you are stuck on Heather? We have a bigger problems than that. Eden is trying to threat to me legal action.I don't know what to do? don't know what's wrong with me, really. It's nothing, but it's also all-encompassing. I feel strangely empty, devoid of though and energy. I am not sure where my days go, but they go. Every single thing I must do--any hint of a demand--grinds against me. I don't know what I'd do in that time should I ever achieve that perfect aloneness. . I don't have the attention for anythin

One second. Two seconds.ten seconds. Thirty seconds. One minute. It took one plus minute for Justin to process the new Information Fed to him. His mind was shutting down involuntarily like a computer that has been invaded by a virus. Like,was life playing a joke on him? He was sincerely happy that he was no royal but he knew what it meant to be One. How could he be happy with his woman miraculously turning out to be one. His work life was already dramatic, he didn't need drama in his real life.