Zero With A Line Through It Novels & Stories

“We…don’t…speak…it.” Coward, the Zenaida-voice inside me hissed. “Then draw it,” I said. “In the blood you were so eager to spill.” I lifted my boot, just enough for him to move his arm. He hesitated, then dragged his fingers through the puddle of red by his leg. His hand shook as he traced on the concrete, rain already working to blur the lines. The symbol that emerged was ugly in its simplicity: a circle with a line through the center, and four smaller cuts radiating outward like claw marks.

Nothing. .

I’ll be in touch, he said putting the paper in his pocket. S’bu is somewhere thinking you are so perfect, he has no idea that you are such a whore, they said when they saw Thandi give TT the paper. Backstage TT handed the paper to his cousin. What the heck is this? S’bu asked. You tell me, she your girl, TT said. S’bu looked at the paper again. She wants you to work it out, he said amused taking a pen and working it out. Divide any number by zero: 0

He releases my wrist and holds the phone up, crushing it. Using only his hand he demolishes it. The cheap plastic casing crunches, the screen spiderwebs, and the internal components snap. He drops the debris into a small trashcan like it’s nothing more than a crushed soda can. "Protocol Zero," Kirill states. "You fucking asshole!" I shout, staring at the ruined tech. "Protocol Zero," he repeats, his voice hard. "Total blackout. No electronic emissions. No outgoing signals. No incoming data. We are a black hole. You don’t touch anything electronic."

The screen didn't go black. But the green phosphor text vanished instantly, replaced by a single, clean window of high-contrast white that had no directory trees, no file paths, and no signatures from 2001. A single line of text ran across the center of the display, the letters large, sharp, and perfectly legible under the crimson glare of the ceiling light: LOCAL CORE ZEROED. TERMINAL PURGED. Sophia stopped by the landing. Her face didn't break into an expression of anger, but her hands tightened inside her pockets until the gray wool of her trench coat tore at the seam with a short, sharp rip that sounded like a dry branch snapping in the wind.

The crib was empty, and everything was gone. Even our wedding portrait had been taken down. The room held nothing of mine except the faint trace of my scent still lingering on the pillow. Every sign that I had ever existed in this house had been erased. I had been desperate enough to wipe away every last trace, to leave him with nothing to hold onto. Jasper slid down the side of the bed and crumpled onto the floor, clutching the pillow to his chest. His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.

"Don't say that princess, well you will not be able to reach me tomorrow and maybe next, so I will give you some instructions." "Wait, were are you going?" I asked as I feel two days will now become forever. "I am going to somewhere with no network, I am sorry" I am guessing Village. "Ok, try take your phone maybe this time there would be network" "Ok, here are the instructions, tomorrow where red undies, make sure to eat your breakfast, then at night wear this same jersey. Next tomorrow where black undies and wear your really big singlet to sleep. Never skip any of your meal." the low tune in which h gave the instruction is the most arousing voice I have heard making a moan escape my lips,

he whispers, almost indistinct. ****😔****

Amy glared at them coldly, and the girls scurried off. * Cleared throat*

Ash’s fingers have joined his on her back and together they run over the intricate lines of the mark. It’s a cross of lines, like a plus sign but longer, with arrows on the ends of each line, with three small bisecting lines near the ends. A diamond over the centre of the cross and circles coming out from the central dot diagonally between the lines of the cross. And three sweeping curves that form a sort of triangle pointing down over the top of the diamond.