Blank Space Parodies Novels & Stories

“Besides, I’m not finished. I was going to add that you have an air of elegance around you. And you fit more in an artistic scenery than the rest of us do.” “Well, now I feel flattered.” “Don’t blush yet. The feeling comes and goes,” I joke while laughing. Blank joins in the laughter. “Will it solve the mystery around me if I tell you my christened name?” I quickly stop laughing, turning to look at the man. “Blank isn’t the name your parents gave you?” “Yes.” He nods. “I gave myself that name twenty years ago.” Twenty years ago was when Blank came to light. Mom said that while the Project Empire trials moved the world to chaos and back, Blank’s artworks remained the point between danger and

I shouted and he turned to me. “Oh really? Look Amira my dear, come to thinnk of it, in the two of us now, at this moment, who is the miserable one? Is it me? No. It’s you. You are crying, and I am not. I am just laughing. And when your father is still living and we still got to hang out together are friends, who is the miserable one in us? Is it me? No. It’s your father. And now that he’s gone, I’m still the one who’s laughing at him. Because he’s dead, and I’m not.” he said and smiled. My eyes now hurt because of all the crying.My body is already shaking and I am now turning cold.

My team was the only one in the company that hit its performance targets this year. At the year-end party, the boss waited until everyone else had left, then he pulled out a big red box and had the four of us in my team draw blind boxes. I drew a desktop tower caked in dust, an antique that looked like it belonged in a museum. Haley Lambert, my teammate, drew a monitor covered edge to edge in scratches. Drew Sandler got a keyboard with every letter worn clean off the keys. Gabe Carell ended up with a grease-slicked wired mouse. Our boss, Cyrus Griffin, clapped me on the shoulder, grinning drunkenly. "You young people love a blind box, right? It's all about that thrill of not knowing!

"Then open your eyes and look." I slammed the Enter key. In the next second, the office monitor lit up. So did the long row of electronic screens outside, the ones that usually displayed model students and honor roll lists. The corridor, loud as a marketplace moments earlier, fell silent. Everyone looked up. On the screen was my exam answer sheet. It was blank. Every section stood empty. In the essay box, drawn in thick black ink, was a huge turtle. Beside it, scrawled in wild, arrogant strokes: [What are you staring at? Never seen someone turn in a blank paper?]

"How could you turn in a blank exam?" "Why are you angrier about my blank exam than I am?" I asked with a cold smile. "Did you plan from the beginning to steal my score?" The question silenced her instantly. Lydia swallowed and stammered, "Steal your score? That's ridiculous nonsense!" The Prescotts finally reacted. One of them snatched the acceptance package from my hands, inspected it, then threw it to the floor. "Do you know that forging a university acceptance letter is a crime?" Ms. Parker trembled with anger and stepped in front of me. "Evelyn has always been one of the strongest students in her class. She would never forge an acceptance letter. This is -"

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Blank and empty. As blank as a void. It instantly goes blank at finn's devious question. How selfish and back stabbing my thoughts really are. Finn instantly laughs loudly. He laughs hestericslly. His thirty two tooths alongside their broad visible gum all show. They assist his devious mockery laughter. His veins are not excluded. They also reveal. They force dominance through his skin amidst his lengthy laughter. "You see. No response" "No god damned response!" Finn continues my roasting and embarasment.