Movie Blank Slate Novels & Stories

“Well, I figured phase one was balloon therapy. Phase two, obviously, is ass appreciation hour.” “Jesus Christ.” “Followed closely by ‘Ryker’s Homemade Gourmet Sandwiches’ and ending in a dramatic reenactment of your most glorious on-ice moment, narrated by me in an Oscar-worthy voice.” “You’ve really thought this through.” “I had time. You were locked up in medical jail. A made plans.” I glance over at him, letting the silence stretch for just a beat. “You forgot phase five.” “Oh? Enlighten me.” I lean forward, eyebrows raised. “You leaving me the hell alone so I can nap in peace.”

“Yes?” “I’d rather die.” “You already have.” The blade moved too fast for the camera to catch. One clean, horizontal stroke. Julian gasped. A wet, bubbling sound. Blood spilled down his chest. He collapsed forward, limp, leaking. Milo stepped back, wiped the blade on Julian’s shirt, and walked away. The screen went dark. This time, it didn’t flicker back. Just silence. The screen went dark again. This time, it didn’t flicker back.

The ceramic blade began to sink into the empty air. Inch by inch, the razor-sharp edge cut directly through the frequency of the barrier. The amber light illuminating the spherical room began to flicker violently, the images in the millions of mirrors distorting into jagged, terrifying digital glitches. Silas’s face melted into a horrific smear of grey pixels. Luciano’s mafia ghost vanished into a cloud of static. "The bread only rises if you let it breathe," I whispered through my grit teeth. The tip of the blade finally touched the solid glass of the cylinder.

"They've started a 'Crowdfunded Sequel'! They're 'Buying' the rights to your reality! The 'Horror Movie' is a 'Live Script'! Every person who buys a ticket is 'Voting' for a new tragedy!" Silas looked out the window. Across the street, the digital billboard for the movie was flickering. The "Alpha" actor was no longer staring at Kaelen. He was standing in their apartment—or a perfect, high-res version of it. He was looking at a "Duplicate Silas" and a "Duplicate Lyra" who were currently being slaughtered by a pack of "Feral Errors." THE ECLIPSE: EXPERIENCE THE TOTAL LIQUIDATION OF THE NORTH. SHOWING TONIGHT.

The LED screen shapes a heart, and I watch it break into two on the screen, “Umbra makes the rules, and for this fight… There would be no weapons.” “9 minutes 0 seconds.”

“That's my girl. Come on, get up and let's bring you back to life first.” —----- The video loads slowly on the screen, then begins to play, showing only a dark, empty void that stretches on before it suddenly goes blank. And nothing more appears, leaving me staring at the black screen with a growing sense of unease that settles deep in my bones. Frowning deeply, I am not sure what I had wanted to see in the first place, but I certainly did not expect this stupid trick that feels like another layer of manipulation designed to toy with my already shattered nerves.

Vivian quickly wrapped herself in a coat and put on the pitiful expression of a victim. "Stella, you really misunderstood. How am I supposed to live after you barged in like that? I might as well die." Her sugary manipulation made my stomach turn. I picked up the knife on the table and held it out to her. "Go ahead." Vivian stared at the knife with tearful grievance, but she did not move. In the next second, a tremendous force shoved me forward. By momentum, the knife plunged straight into my abdomen. The blade seemed to tear into my insides.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Not surprising she got herself so much snack. When the movie is in the climax, my focus left the movie we are watching because I heard a sob coming from her. I looked at her and she is crying. I want to laugh but I just stopped my self. Really? That is a cartoon! HAHAHAHA! I just ignored her and got back my focus on the movie. At the end of that hour and a half long movie, she finished her snacks and the rappers and bottles are all in the floor. There are also cracker crumbs in the sofa. After that movie is a mess.

I was my sister now. He dragged the body to the kitchen. Water ran. A suitcase zipper opened. I kept my eyes on the wall. Counted cracks. Seven up. Three across. The water stopped. Footsteps came back. Then he turned off the lights. Darkness. My real eyes screamed for light, but the white lenses blocked everything. I breathed slow. In. Out. A phone flashlight clicked on. Beam straight into my eyes. I didn't blink. Ten seconds. Twenty. My eyes burned behind the plastic, but my face stayed empty. Bored. *Blind.*