Blankly Meaning Novels & Stories

Not blinking. Not saying a word.

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.

Nothing. Everything became blank.

Everything became hazy in a second. It wasn't long before everything went blank.

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.

“These people are disgusting.” I stared blankly at the blanket over my legs. My mind racing…How quickly people decided who you were without ever speaking to you once. Karl kept muttering insults under her breath while aggressively typing responses from her phone. “No, because who raised these people!” “Don’t.” I whispered quietly to her. She looked up immediately, “Ola…” “Don’t fight them.” My voice sounded distant even to me. I felt…tired, like my body couldn’t carry stress anymore without collapsing under it.