Blankly Meaning Novels & Stories

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 ?

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.

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

"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?]

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.

Anything positive about Blank would be like an ice-cream to me right now, or like a fourteen days trip to an icy country. Another knock comes on the door. “Go away!” I yell. But, seconds later, I realize that could be childish. Blank said I was acting childish when I raised my voice at him earlier. Maybe I really am. Maybe it’s a turn-off to him. “Uh… I’m sorry. I’ll come out later. But can I be alone for now?” I say calmly despite myself. “I won’t take much of your time, Nectar. Please, let me talk to you,” Blank’s voice comes through the door. “After that, if you still want to be alone, then I promise no one will bother you.”

"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.

Yara was currently in a deep and heated situation, so she had no interest in going shopping. She replied with a crying emoji. "No." After replying, her gaze once again fell on the stack of explicit photos on the table, making her feel hopeless. "Mr. Howard, there's no need to take this so seriously. I was just making things up ... " She couldn’t have explained to Timothy what BL was that day, so she made up something on the spot. "It means your thinking is unorthodox compared to ordinary people." That statement wasn't entirely untrue; it just wasn't very specific.