Zero Sign Novels & Stories

Abel was curious about Daisy’s certain attitude. “You know he didn’t only show his wedding ceremonies, but he also showed off his beautiful wife and good children on f******k, zalo…In today's society, everybody follows each other through social network sites. Anyone who regularly updates their status and news. Outsiders know them better than the members in their family. I said you should install f******k or zalo, sometimes we talk together but you always refuse. That's the reason why you’re a person who belongs to the old generation. Daisy said I thought I was ancient enough, but when I returned, some people were more ancient than me.

Will was excited, this was a new chapter in his recently acquired life. Will approached the village the sides, the front and the back of the village had roads coming out, so he decided to go from the sides. Once the patrolling guard past by his point of entry, Will immediately sprinted towards the village. The village itself looked empty, but it wasn't quiet. He could hear people conversing and moving around inside their houses. No one was poor enough to not have candles lit in their houses, which was a good sign for Will. This meant that the powers at be had allocated enough resources to this village for it to be worthwhile settling in.

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

Slowly, the lingering ghosts of his three years of unemployment—the polite rejections, the humiliating coldness of the Hartwell estate, the quiet self-doubt that had eroded his confidence—began to burn away, replaced by a calm, unshakable certainty. Ethan Vale wasn't broken. He wasn't useless. His worth had never been zero. Actually, that number—zero—was his worth. Not as a measure of lack, but as an ideology, a truth he hadn't yet learned to claim. He was a Zerologist in the making, though the title meant nothing to him now, a stranger's word for a stranger's future. He simply didn't know it yet. The realization waited somewhere ahead of him, patient, inevitable, ready to reshape everything

The system had requested for clearance, a d that was the easiest thing to do, because the information I needed were surprisingly on the file. I typed as quickly as possible, and the files opened. There were geographical surveys, and a blacked out floor plan, stamped with a logo I found difficult to recognize. Then, I saw a circle enclosing a single dot, just a single word. Zero. For no reason, my fingers hovered over the screen. That word alone..Zero...stared back at me. Just a glance at it, I could tell something about it didn't feel like data anymore. It was more like the system recognized me, like it knew I was right there.