Blankly Novels & Stories

I would let the darkness take me and be the nothing that I was. I made it across the parking lot to the street corner. Another look around showed the streets empty of cars, of people, of all life. How could it be this empty? It was only midnight. Didn't anyone go out at night at all? Why was our store open so late if no one came out this way anyway?

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.”

Those who heard them could be easily affected. I felt a weird reaction being triggered in my body. Almost instinctively, I squeezed my thighs together. There were a few women wearing shades waiting outside the hotel room. Their cheeks were deeply flushed. Some tilted their heads back, breathing heavily. I heard that blind people had extremely sharp hearing since they lost their sight. They most likely could hear better than me. At that moment, a shrill scream pierced through the air. The women and I were shocked by the scream. While they couldn't see what happened, I could.

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.

"Who told you to display a fake score report?" The technician shook his head frantically. "This is the live result pulled directly from the official system!" Lydia refused to believe him and checked on her own phone. Her face became paler by the second. "How could this be?" My father seemed to remember something. He pointed at me and roared, "What exactly did you do in the testing center?" I told him the truth. "I turned in a blank exam. So what?" Daphne stared at me in disbelief, panic plain on her face. "How could you turn in a blank exam?"

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

I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through. One by one, the photos appeared on screen. Every single one showed Jasper and Fiona living it up abroad. Then, the final few slides hit. They were hospital consent forms for emergency surgery and an amniotic fluid embolism report, and on every document, the signature line for next of kin was blank. The last image was a photo of me, drenched in blood, lying on a stretcher as I was rushed into emergency surgery. The montage ended with a written statement that was over a thousand words long. It was my full account of every trip, every hotel booking, every time Jasper had snuck off with Fiona behind my back over th

They just stay there, locked in place. Their eyes are open. Empty. Not closed. Not panicked. Not even confused. Just blank. One of them blinks. Slow. There’s no awareness behind it, no reaction, no recognition. Just the motion itself, repeated like a habit the body hasn’t forgotten, even though everything else is gone. Another turns their head. It’s wrong. The movement is stiff, delayed, like something else is pulling the strings and hasn’t quite learned how to do it properly yet. A quiet, uneasy thought slips in.

"Do you still not have enough for the surgery?" I paused mid-step as I changed my shoes. "Almost." "There's no need for it anymore," Evelyn suddenly said. "I can stay blind for the rest of my life, Matt. But I don't want to see you suffer like this." I froze for a moment, then replied evenly, "Alright." With only two days left until the bet was over, Evelyn was probably getting ready to dump me. She clearly didn't expect me to agree so easily. Caught off guard, she hesitated. "W-what?"

I walked out of the room, note in hand, and spotted Anna just coming around the corner with a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. I waited next to the door and as she approached and noticed me, her face that was once stern and seemingly uncaring grew worried as she asked, "Nathan what's wrong?" When I didn't answer immediately she immediately assumed the worse and asked, "Did... did he reject you?" I looked at her with widened eyes at that and shook my head no before answering her previous question, "Anna I don't think he can see." I said my voice but a mere whisper. When she gave me a questioning look, I handed her the note that she read slowly before giving me a look of