She Blank On My Blank Till I Blank Novels & Stories

she said. “Do what?” “That thing where you downgrade your entire life to ‘nothing.’” I flipped the sketchbook open, staring at a blank page that didn’t help. “You’re being dramatic.” “I’m being accurate.” “I’m good, Karl.” “lier.” That one landed. My fingers stilled against the page. For a second, I considered doubling down, maybe brushing it off by making a joke and walking away. But, instead, I dragged a line across the paper. The pencil was pressed too hard and the sketchbook tore slightly. I dropped the pencil. “…It’s just stuff,” I said, quieter now.

she blows a yellow powder in my face as she speaks I’m fading. Darkness covers me, creeping in like a damn insect And then, finally, everything goes black

Abigail declared. "You're not at all like Josh. He's so eager that he can't wait any longer, you know. He insists on marrying me tomorrow." I had to grip my gun tightly to stop myself from killing her. "Let's go," I said. After glancing coldly at Abigail, I started walking, but she stopped me. She took out a diary from her bag and said with a sly smile, "This contains all the sweet nothings Josh wrote whenever he missed me the last few years. It's weighing down my bag too much. Help me get rid of it, please, Olivia."

"Hey, wake up." She squirmed slowly and closed her eyes again while tilting her body to the left. I saw the blanket slumped down slightly and immediately turned my face away and raised the blanket higher again so that her naked body was not exposed. "Hey lazy girl, wake up. You should put your clothes back on." Krystal faintly opened her eyes and squinted at me. She then glanced at her own naked body. And on the count of three she immediately jumped in surprise while looking at me with a thick murderous gaze.

she smiled at me and I returned the smile before she walk out. I sigh and stood up from the bed putting on my foot wear, I walk to the bathroom but stopped to look at myself in the mirror. Firstly looking at my face and that was when I realize I'm looking pale. I washed myself before looking back at the mirror. I don't really know nor understand what is wrong with me, this isn't the first time I'll be feeling a sharp pain on my chest. Why did I suddenly blank out? I'm pretty sure I'm not sick, I'm hale and healthy so why do I have to just blank out without a reason.

I needed to get myself together so that I could show it more often. "So enough about your husband; how are you doing?" she asked after we had placed our orders with the chipper waitress. "How are you feeling?" That was a good question, I thought, realizing that I wasn't even certain of that anymore. "I'm a mess," I confessed, and I gratefully accepted the strawberry shake that seemed to magically appear in front of me. "I'm trying to move on, but I still feel, I don't know, empty, if that makes sense. Hollow. Like there's a hole in the center of me, and it just won't close. I can't seem to fill it, and I can't really ignore it either."

Unlock it, and the empty pages shall be filled for you to read. I stare at the words for a long time. Read them again. And again. “What does that even mean,” I mutter under my breath. Within me. Unlock it. Empty pages. I flip to the next page. Blank. The one after that. Blank. I start flipping faster now. Page after page after page, all clean, untouched, mocking me with their silence. No hidden ink. No symbols. No diagrams. Nothing. Just white paper. My grip tightens on the book until my knuckles ache.

But I just can’t help it. I got out the shower and blow dried my hair. I then let my self fall in my bed. I’m just staring at the ceiling, waiting my eyes to close and sleep. But even if I already close my eyes, Amira’s image is there. I chuckled at my self. I’m crazy.

I know where I'm coming from. I close the notebook shut and then lay my legs straight on the bed. I sigh, deeply. And then I sigh again. I feel like I'm going blank today. I was happy earlier. Mom is getting better. But now, I can feel a void in me. I don't know what this feeling is. It isn't related to romance, or money, or even mental exhaustion. It's something else. Something I can't figure out. Yet. I can't say it in words. It's like . . . Okay, I surrender. It's like a sinkhole. Or gap. Void. In me. Shit.

I can't wait to break her. “Ohh! Stan!” My slut moaned deliberately as if she intended for Blakely to hear it. Blakely fell into a deafening silence and just when I was about to choke my slut, Blakely spoke again. [A-Are you…with your woman?] My teeth grit. “Yes…” [Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you.] Her voice sounded so calm, but not really indifferent. It seems like she's genuinely shocked, but she understood.