Blankly Definition Novels & Stories

"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.

Nothing. Everything became blank.

Holding my breath, I squeeze the trigger and everything goes blank. Blank for ME!

“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

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.”

Her mind was completely blank. *****

"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?]

They both walked in and walked towards her, they both sat next to her which made Blakeley in between them. They also imitated her and folded their legs which made Blakeley chuckle. “Is it fun?” Bryan asked. “It is not supposed to be fun. It's called meditation.” Bryar replied with an eye roll. “Then I am not interested.” He said. “What's with the empty room by the way?” Bryan asked, turning to Blakeley. “Who says it is empty?” She replied with a smile and stood up, she walked to the wall in front of them and ran her hands through it. She stopped at a spot and suddenly pushed it.