Novel Blink Novels & Stories

The cursor blinked in the middle of a paragraph. Adrian told himself he would only glance at the first few lines. Then he read the opening scene. Then the next page. Then the one after that. The story followed a young woman named Lila who danced at night and sat in the front row of a literature class during the day. Her professor was named Damon. The campus was the same. The club was the same. The threats, the photographs, the way Damon looked at Lila like she was both his ruin and his only safe place—everything was the same. Adrian kept scrolling, heart beating harder with every familiar detail.

“Doubt keeps you alive.” He reached for a book from the nearest shelf and flipped it open. The pages were blank. “Do you know why my library has no dust?” I shook my head. “Because the books breathe,” he said. “They exhale what others forget.” He offered the book to me. The pages shifted—faint outlines forming, fading, forming again. Names, dates, a line of ink that moved like a pulse: Evelyn Blackthorne arrived under a waning moon. I slammed it shut. “You’re writing my story.”

This was another issue to ponder and try to figure out a better solution for mates to meet. The young man, still holding the little girl, questioned Rhea, "Ma'am, why would you blink if they are going to tag us? It won't stop us from getting tagged." Rhea clapped her hands excitedly, "Oh yes it will. You see, young man, when you blink, you will magically disappear and reappear elsewhere." The pups gasped, and a sea of wide-eyed youngsters stared back in amazement. One of them asked, "Will we have magic, witches and warlocks?"

Clang! The railing shook violently. It was bending and on the verge of breaking. Just as disaster loomed, my engine finally roared to life. I slammed the gas pedal, and the car dashed forward, breaking free from the crushing pressure. Upon seeing this, Gabriel’s face twisted with panic. He stomped the brake repeatedly before finally managing to stop his car. However, as his wheels screeched to a halt, he ran over a shard of broken glass that flew up and embedded itself deep in my thigh. I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me.

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

But when her hand stopped on the thirty-second page, Blakely's eyes started to widen at the sight of a few sentences that she thought were terrifying. Nickson is a killer. Blakely's heart rumbled with anticipation and fear. She was afraid of finding things she didn't want to find in the next line. But curiosity overcame fear. So that when her eyes rolled to the next words, she couldn't stop reading until the end.

Jet every time I blink, I see her, the woman with the crimson eyes. She stood at the edge of the campus, right where the light from the buildings began to fade and the shadows of the forest swallowed the ground. Black hair that moved like smoke in the breeze. Eyes so red they didn’t look real. Yet I know what I saw. The eerie stillness in her body. The way she didn’t move, didn’t flinch, just watched, as if she was waiting for something. Or someone.

I blink, my head is throbbing, I can hear a distant calling of my name. I try to move my lips, but instead I start to fall... I start to fall into the deep abyss of darkness. "Blaze!" Is what I hear before I finally black out. • • • •

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

Alessa rolled her eyes, but she was thankful at that moment for her birth control pills. James was the last visitor she got. After that, she was finding ways to kill time. Eating only took about 20 minutes though luckily, she has Kyle's book collection to browse and she was not disappointed to find a mix of classics such as Wuthering Heights and Great Expectations jumbled up with a collection of books in computers and business. Alessa picked up Wuthering Heights and took it to bed with her. As she read Mrs.Dean’s tale, she dozed off.