Blankly Stare Novels & Stories

In my excitement, I forgot to ask about my job scope. When I came home, I realized something. If the job was so nice, why didn't Laura apply for it? She told me they needed a blind person for the job. Strictly a blind person. She then told me about the job specifications, and safe to say, I did not take it well. "Is this some kind of fetish? Do they enjoy it? They want a blind person to stay in the room and listen to them go at it all the way? This is even worse than Michael's fetish!"

They stared at each other without being able to give an answer. ***

My mouth almost fell open, and I had to snap it shut because I refused to look unhinged. And no, I did not mean to stare. But God built this man with intention. His chest? His shoulders? Those lines that appear only on people who do pushups like the floor insulted their parents? I was finished. I didn’t blink. I didn’t move. I just stared like a thief caught with a stolen fridge. Of course he noticed. He turned slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I blinked twenty times in one second. “I’m not looking at you like anything.”

He cleared his throat before he stared at Blaze again whose expression hadn't changed at all while Blaze is still staring at him with the same calmness. There is an unusual glint in the pale guy's eyes and Ace has no idea if it's only his imagination clouding his perception towards the peculiar look in Blaze's eyes or it is but Blaze's usual way to look at strangers. After a while, Ace was surprised when he was suddenly cut from Blaze's intense stare and he just saw the coldness in those previously calm eyes. Blaze continued to stare at Ace with his raised brow before he walked past all of them with his straight face and without a single word uttered to anyone.

"Sadie! Look at me! Open your eyes, baby!" Her eyelids flickered. Her skin was as pale as porcelain and felt like ice to the touch. She looked up at me, but her gaze was wandering and unfocused. She didn't scream. She didn't even move. She just stared at me with eyes that looked completely blank. "Who... are you?" she whispered. Her voice was barely a breath, disappearing into the cold air.

Like what he said, I held it with both of my hands and just focused on it. “This starfish is really pretty,” I said to him, trying to make my self calm. I don’t want to think of wordly things as he is just trying to make me enjoy here. “Yeah, its so pretty, really pretty,” he said and I faced him again. He ain’t looking at the starfish when he said that. His eyes are directly on to me. He’s not taking them of me. We started at each other for a while and I decided to let go of that stare. I can’t handle it. I just can’t handle his stares at me. The way he look at me, I don’t know. I’m not handling it. It’s making me crazy. Here comes the unusual feeling again. It’s a feeling that I can’t n

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

Layla said coldly which made the person staring at her choke on nothing. How was she able to put so much pressure on him? He wondered but he didn't find time to think about it as she glared at him. If looks could kill,he would have been severally. "I hate people staring at me, I'm not a showcase but an human," she said with no emotion as she glanced outside of the window with her dark eyes. If you stared into her eye for long,you could be sucked into it. It was dark and bottomless, just like the sea.

So I remained giving him my cold stare and he also looked at me straight in the eyes. The staring game started and it feels like we've been both oblivious around our surrounding as we focus on each other's orbs. I can feel my heart beating faster and faster as I continue to fight his stares. I can see that he's trying to read me through my eyes and I can't help but smirk.

Stan’s friends that I met in a bar. “Hi, Blakely!” I looked at the man who greeted me. It’s Stan’s friend. He’s smiling widely while looking at me and holding a cue stick. I found him really weird but I gave back the smile before I finally stopped in front of Stan. His head tilted a little while staring at my face. I had to look down, not because his gaze makes me nervous and shy, but because I feel like he could see the reality in my eyes if I stare at him for too long.