Zero To One Novel Novels & Stories

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He took Elara’s tiny, sticky hand, guided a pencil into her fist, and helped her make a single, wobbly, triumphant mark on the paper. It was a smudge. A scribble. A beginning. “There,” he said softly. “Chapter One.” The Keeper’s Almanac, Volume One, was complete. Its story was one of defense, of repair, of quiet joy. Volume Two had just begun with a baby’ first mark. Its story was yet to be told, but it would be written in rolling over, in first steps, in the wide-eyed wonder of a child growing up in a world that had been fiercely, lovingly kept for her.

The masterpiece was the silence. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of the morning wash over me. For the first time in 490,000 words, there was no next move. There was no discrepancy to find. There was only the light, the air, and the absolute, beautiful zero of a life finally, truly started.

He was confused about whether to walk forward or backward, due to some Nigerian barbaric belief that moving backward or doing things backwardly usually regresses one's life,so he resolved to move forward. He walked for several minutes without spotting any people or footsteps, and he wondered where he could be. "Is this some kind of game?" He wondered. "Am I in a lonely world where I'm running from something like Danger Dash and Temple Run?" He walked, still wondering. "Hello! Can somebody hear me? He yelled. "Gaddemit! What sort of thing is this? If this is part of my destiny or my fate, or whatever they called it, I don't think I'm ready for all these." He confessed.

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

I picked up the journal on the table, turned to a pristine new page, and wrote the first line. [Apocalypse Year One, Day One. Weather: Clear. [I await the fading of crises and chaos, when all things wake to a rebirth.]

The shuttle waits, and Sarah at the controls, and Julian strapped white-knuckled in the back, and the long dark water between here and my brother. The silver sings in both arms and a second heart beats in time with mine, and Subject Zero, who slept folded and frightened in her own bones for twenty years, does not sleep anymore. I step through, into the light I am making, and I go to bring my brother home. End of Volume One.

He simply stood there in the center of Level Zero, a broken, bloodied billionaire who had finally discovered that the cost of becoming human was exactly everything he had ever built. The silence that followed was different now. It wasn't the volatile tension that had preceded the first blow, nor was it the heavy, dead weight of an ending. It was the strange, suspended stillness of a system that had crashed completely and was currently sitting in the black screen of a total reboot.