The Void: A Short Story

“There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land…I had never before looked up at the sky when there was not a familiar mountain ridge against it. But this was the complete dome of heaven, all there was of it. I did not believe that my dead father and mother were watching me from up there; they would still be looking for me at the sheep-fold down by the creek…. I had left even their spirits behind me. The wagon jolted on, carrying me I knew not whither. I don't think I was homesick. If we never arrived anywhere, it did not matter. Between that earth and that sky I felt erased, blotted out. I did not say my prayers that night: here, I felt, what would be would be.” This new surrounding is the beginning of an adventure for

Sitting in his pale and muted armchair, he twists, turns, and presses the buttons and knobs of his radio, with much determination. Ogden quickly glanced out of the window and was surprised to see rain and what looked like a storm forming. He the took a swift look at the clock on his desk. It was already six in the morning. With a sigh of defeat, once again he has to come to terms that it was another unsuccessful night. He was starting to hobble down the stairs with weary legs, ready to head to bed and sleep through the sunrise and awake at sunset, repeating his usual routine.

It had taken some rearranging, but the Payne’s were going to have to share a room, with each of her sisters and their husband bedding in one of the girl’s double beds. Pa grumbled the most when he was sent out to the shed to share the space with his sons, who had been carried there earlier. Alma sensibly pointed out that the senior Paynes couldn’t be expected to sleep in the shed and Ma’s bed had taken over the parlor. Still, he took some persuading to go back out into the pounding rain and race to the barn. Finally, Alma propped her legs on the edge of the bed and slept the night away in the bedside rocker. The day had been long and hard and she was exhausted. She had planned to sit through the night with Ma anyway. But if Ma stirred, she didn’t call enough to wake

‘’Oh, God,’’ he shouted, putting a hand to his chest. ‘’What the hell was that?’’ He glanced out of the window. The sky was eerily dark; darker than it usually had been. It sent a shiver up his spine, almost. He about jumped out of his skin when the base’s weather radio went off.

Sarah slugged through the early morning work and realized-too soon- that she needed to make a trip to the house. She made her way, clasping her arms around her for warmth in the cold November morning. Painted Girl’s borrowed sweater did not help dissipate the cold air, and neither did the lingering whiskey in her system. A light shone in the window illuminating Grandfather and Dingle, who sat at the table together eating pie. She watched as Dingle grabbed a juicy strawberry from Grandfather’s pie and nibbled at it greedily. Grandfather must have finished his hunt early, Sarah realized. She had hoped to avoid Grandfather today but nature called. There was no choice, either the woods or the house. Sarah did an about turn and went for the

When they reached the door they both hesitated. Should I bring everything up to Kelsey? I hope they don’t expect us to drink. Finally, Kelsey reached ahead, and into the house they went. They walked into one big room that held two cold leather couches, a small table, and the biggest TV they have ever seen. James was sitting alone on the larger of the two couches. He glanced up at the girls.

“She sat down on the bed, balancing her sketchpad on her knees. The clothes he’d been wearing earlier were flung across the covers, but the rest of the room was as neat as a monk’s chamber. There were no pictures on the walls, no posters or photos of friends or family. The blankets were white and

The closer I managed to make it to the edge of the cliff the colder it became, the light winds turned into heavy winds, and the ice-cold climate sent chills up my spine. When I looked down into the water it was no longer blue the reflection became unilluminated almost like a pool of blood. Looking into the sky was no longer it's usually color the clouds seemed to have disappeared, not a single trace of stars were in sight to lighten up my mood. The only object emerging was the intense yellow full moon behind the darkness. As I sat at the edge my feet were dangling along with my dark long hair. I began reflecting my life and soon my thoughts became vivid. I didn't want to remember anything. As i reloaded my gun tears fell down my face I

Lying in bed, Perceval blinked his eyes open. The bright morning sunlight filtering into the bedchamber had woken him. He gazed out the window at the azure-blue sky, then turned to face his sleeping wife and smiled. She snored lightly and Perceval found that adorable. However, at the sound of Perceval’s stomach rumbling, Joan woke with a start, her expression groggy and confused.

Roxie was sore from all the running she did, and she decided to lay down. Nick had a blazing fire that he was cooking the fish on. Nick ate leftover berries and salmon again. They knew they had made it through this day. The night was long and bitter, which made it hard to sleep. The fire started to die down slowly until only the coals were burning. After a while, both of them drifted off into a deep sleep. Little did they know the next day would affect them for the rest of their lives.

In the beginning, he felt nothing, only his psyche floated about; as it prevailed, he felt faint. Eventually, his senses began waking, but then something blazed through him. The sound of several sonorous sirens permeated the air like a banshee; it’d engulfed several of his other senses, shoving them aside, devouring them, making them seem as though they were never there. However, there was one feeling that he could perceive just as clearly as the noise of the ambulance and police, the cold. A frigid feeling bit into his soul; even though he couldn’t tell what time it was, he was sure that it was in the beginning of summer. Regardless, the immense cold that bore into his very being was needless to say, very

At the beginning of time there was nothing but an empty void and the Goddess Etia and her friends. They were, Vektune, Goddess Of Endings, who had flowing white hair and wore a light purple gown. Jyjun, God Of Beginnings, who had short black hair, wore a grey shirt and wore knee length pants. Ehgyn, Goddess Of Fortune, she had purple hair and wore a peach colored dress. Zuarus, God Of Prosperity, he had short blond hair, wore a red shirt and white pants. Etia, Goddess of Creation, she had her blue hair in 2 long braids, she had nine big fox tails that were blue with white tips and a golden dress. The loved each other with all of their hearts. Well, this lead to the god of chaos, Yborh, getting jealous and hating Etia and her companions because

For a moment, a fleeting, amorphous moment, I felt nothing. I acted on instinct, on desperation. I felt no relief when my horns met his side, only a vague awareness regarding how lackluster my hooves looked covered in mud and the sudden absence of ruinous slipping between us.

Enter The Void (2010) is a film about a young man, Oscar who lives with his sister in Tokyo, Japan. He is shot dead by police whilst taking hallucinogenic drugs and becomes trapped in an intermediate state of existence; his soul drifting high above the streets of the red-light district of Tokyo watching over his now completely alone sister on a hallucinatory journey, intoxicated, neon-lit with daring aesthetics that have to be seen to be believed. Gasper Noé is a director who is never afraid of unnerving or even scaring his audience, love him or hate him he is relentlessly battling to push the boundaries of the medium.

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.