It's The Blank For Me Novels & Stories

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Anything. Nothing.

I stepped onto the stage, adjusted the microphone and looked out at the room. I pulled up the presentation but the large projection screen was blank. It was not even loading or buffering to call it a technical issue, it was completely, entirely blank. Just a white rectangle staring back at me while people waited in silence and the murmuring in the room began to grow.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I plead "you don't anything,you won't understand losing someone important to your life,you don't understand how it feels to see two people in your life that you love die and knowing it is your fault and you could have prevented it"he yells in my face "no it is your fault,you couldn't have done anything to prevent it"I try console him to stop the self blaming. "no it is,I killed her,I let her drive through the storm ,if only I called her"he says

My classmates turned their expectant eyes toward me, awaiting insight into a realm I had momentarily abandoned. “Is there something we are thinking about Miss Delis?” the teacher asked. “No, ma,” I said. “So why the blanking out?” “I’m so sorry, ma.” “You have better behave yourself. This new attitude of yours should not let you fall short of your achievements when you are just a few months away from it. Now do us a favour and attempt the question.”

The new day, always brings new hopes, opportunity or sorrows in everyone's life but sometimes it doesn't bring anything new to someone's life. The same blank day, blank life and blank future that was what Zavier was living for: Blankness. He doesn't know what the motive of him is living on the planet when he has no one to live for, no one to care for and no one who cares for him. He has no one to call as his, he didn't possess any relationship in his whole life.

“Then take a vacation.” She chuckled. “I don’t do vacations.” Adrian shrugged. “Could start.” Ayesha glanced at Zayn, who sat in the corner, deep in thought. She wasn’t the only one questioning things. Something still felt wrong. Before she could process it, her tablet buzzed. An anonymous message. Ayesha’s heart skipped. It was a single sentence. “Revenant was never the only one.” Ayesha’s breath caught. She stared at the screen.

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Maybe it was because I thought of the woman I was in my past life, the one who blindly threw herself into love. Blind love made women foolish and insecure. By the time I finished breakfast and returned to my room, I noticed I had over a dozen missed calls, most of them from Chris. I didn't bother to call back, deliberately ignoring them. Just as I was about to put my phone down and head to the library, I received an Instagram follow request. "Hi, gorgeous. Do you remember me? I'm Drake, the one who danced with you." I opened the message and saw his profile picture. He had brown curly hair and bright green eyes. He looked youthful and energetic, more like a sports star than a serious Alpha. I

I was hoping he would at least remember something by the stimuli but he already ate it all up but didn’t even mention something that reminds him. “Did you like it?” I asked, still trying to finish eating mine. We are both walking in a circle in the park but nothing’s happening. “Surprisingly, yes,” he answered, like being so uptight at everything. I sigh and lose all my appetite so I just stare at my ice cream. “I’m really sorry,” he apologized. “I want to remember and I feel weird, I really don’t know why I am this blank. How can I be blank until now?”