Blankly Definition Novels & Stories

Blank. I turned it over, held it toward the light, checked both sides of the single sheet inside. Nothing… no writing, no symbol, no embossed mark. Just a black envelope containing a white page that had nothing on it. I stood on the step in the cold and looked at the blank page and thought about what blank meant. It could have been a mistake, something meant for another address. It could have been a test of something I hadn’t identified yet. It could have been the specific message that blankness sometimes was… an announcement of presence without content, the envelope itself being what was communicated rather than anything inside it.

"Yes, but it's also just a trendy expression. Pay attention malyshka, the games about to start." I was so high it was a miracle I was able to participate. I did well at first, and felt a pleasantly warm feeling rush to my face and neck the more others were forced to remove their clothing. Especially Olivia, who as it stood now was reduced to her white bra and black slacks. She had a nice body, very toned and soft looking. She was just as tan around her chest and stomach as she was everywhere else. Brody whistled when she removed her shirt, making the other girl groan with mortification.

“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

Lyra's eyes moved to him. Something happened — very briefly, barely visible, so quick I almost catalogued it as nothing. Her eyes landed on Drex and something in her expression did a thing I had never seen Lyra's expression do in nineteen years of knowing her. It went blank. Not neutral. Not composed. Blank — the specific blankness of a system encountering something it does not have an existing category for and stalling while it builds one. Drex, for his part, had gone very still. Not his professional soldier's stillness. Something different. Something that had his jaw slightly tighter than usual and his eyes fixed on Lyra with an attention that was — too much. Too immediate. Too complete fo

Except… I glanced sideways. Olandria, walking beside me. She was focused on the path ahead like she was always measuring something no one else could see. With her, things didn’t blur. They didn’t stretch or distort to be more than they were. Something about her didn’t stay contained. It didn’t blur, didn’t soften into something I could ignore. It just… stayed, and I didn’t hate that. Only if she would be less guarded around me. “…You’re limping.”

"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?]

Blaky Sudan said coldly, looking into Kacy's field of vision with a trace of chill. She knew it was so, her heart tightening slightly, Kacy gritted her teeth to keep from appearing a little strange. She lifted her eyes and Kacy's lips flashed a bright smile, "That depends on whether Blaky always has that ability." "Then we will see." Blaky Sudan's cold eyes are full of answers, as if he already has the project in hand. Kacy's pupils are slightly contracted, and there is a trace of uneasiness in her heart. What does Blaky Sudan mean when he says this ?

I approached Elocin to tell her that. “Elocin,” I called her, “There are like suspicious men outside. They are all wearing black and their eyes aren’t focused on anything. They eyes are roaming around like they’re looking for something.” I said, a bit nervous for her, as I will be leaving her.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

Blake dropped the phone and raised his hands in surrender. Tears fell down Bonnie's cheeks as she shook her head. She couldn't believe what she was hearing on the news. "B-Bonnie, put the knife down, please." "Why? Huh!? Why?" She pointed the knife at her stomach and Blake jumped. "Bonnie! No. Don't you dare!" He yelped jumping back in fear. His hands covered his cheeks in shock. Bonnie shook her head. "H-he ruined my life! For all I know he's paying you!" She sobbed, her grey eyes were darker now. She was raging.