Deadpan Expression Novels & Stories

she said finally losing her patience. Her voice suddenly dropped– low, lifeless and serious. Along with the sudden change of her expression. The pair of expressive eyes has turned blank, cold and expressionless. Slowly, she bent her neck on either side in a creepy movement. It cracked while she was staring intently at the man in the eyes.

The morgue was cold, carrying a foul, sterile smell. Expressionless staff pushed me into a metal drawer. With a soft "click," the door closed. The system's voice echoed in my mind. [Death confirmed. Final storyline completed.] [Countdown to soul departure: 71 hours 59 minutes.] [Please await the opening of the passage.] I drifted in the cold, hollow air and let out a breath. Finally, things were coming to an end.

I deadpanned her "Yes" She laughed loudly, hitting her palms on her thighs. Any other girl would have appeared to be scared with my deadpan expression, taking my words serious. But not Kelsie. I swear to God, the girl ain't got a human blood running in her veins. She is too fearless to live with humans. "Why are you laughing?" I asked with a deep frown. She stopped laughing for a second and I thought she was settling into the serious mode but she burst out laughing again. "You are so funny" she said amidst laughter.

again with the expectant expression. Fuck.

I whispered, my voice hoarse. "Begging," he repeated, his voice laced with disdain. "Such a pathetic display. But begging is just the beginning, isn't it? There are so many other… expression of despair. Crying. Screaming. Pleading. And then, of course," he paused, his eyes gleaming with a dark amusement, "there's the sweet, delicious sound of breaking." "You've already broken me," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "What's next?"

I've fallen for a knight He shoots me this arrow of love I can't resist It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's an impeccable feeling for the impeccable you. I sang as i thought of him, i had no idea I've being crying again, I remembered my dad's word "tears does not solve problems" i wiped my tears but my eyes still watered, my stomach grumbled cos I've not eaten and I my didn't know when I slept off. ***

He deadpanned, so much hate in his voice. “But why?” “Why?” He rephrased with an awed expression. “You want me to list out the long list of the reason why I’m not interested in listening to your bullshits?” I nodded. “Are you for real?” “Tell me, seriously?” I urged.

I deadpan. Her face pales and her eyes widen so much that I thought they were going to bulge out of their sockets.

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"I'd say there's this girl that drives me mad with desire. Insane with need. So very wild. I lost her once. Unintentionally. Apologetically. Entirely my fault. I'd say I do not want to lose her for the second time. I'd say although she's out of reach, it kills me to be close and hold back. Restrain. Limit. Endure. Pure torture." It's the husky voice that gets me every day time. Are we still walking? I hope not. My knees could give out any moment from now. "Should I keep going?" I nod twice, staring at the pointless tree with Dylan behind me. "Expression. Pro number one for Dylan." Yes, I'm making the stupid list. Bloody hell does it take a lot of weight. "Keep a straight face. Don't ask like