Spongebob Blank Stare Novels & Stories

“Your pancreas is.” “I don’t have that.” I lowered my sunglasses slightly and looked at her. Poppy saw my eyes. “Mommy, your marshmallows are bigger now.” “Penelope.” Sebastian set the spatula down, and I looked at him, ready to fire if so much as the corner of his mouth moved. His face stayed neutral. Too neutral, actually, which meant I knew exactly what the man was holding back and, for the sake of everyone’s safety, had decided to keep trapped behind a jaw that was beginning to tighten slightly.

Deciding to ignore her, I just rolled my eyes and put my phone back in my jeans. "Does she have a "like" syndrome? I heard it's deadly, especially for brain cells," It's a miracle! JerkAss actually said something right and bright. "MR. LANGSTON!" A shout came from the shop. We turn around and groaned when we saw it was the best friend of Sponge Bob, Patrick. -I made a joke. "Call me Reed, starfish." That's actually funny, "Mr. Langston is my father, the one with gray hairs and a lot of wrinkles." Now that's just plain rude.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

I can't focus. His face went blank. I released a shaky breath. "Yes, can I borrow your boxer short?" I gulped. He just looked at me blankly. What the hell?

Zuby, aka Zubeia, groans but finally looks my way. Amazing job Brie. Snubby Zuby here is finally giving me her attention. However, she is now glaring at me. “Hi…” I drawl out the word, hating that I am repeating that word for the third time again. I manage smiling a bit, despite feeling a bit out of place here. “Hi.” Snubby Zuby responds in a curt tone, still looking pissed. Now, she is also scanning her eyes all over me and making me confused. “Why are you staring at me like that?” I gently voice out my thoughts at once, not choosing to hide them.

“SpongeBob?” “And you,” Sophia added, tapping her iPad and turning it toward me. “Look at this. ‘The Dangerous Lawyer, the Billionaire Dad, and the Internet’s Favorite Toddler of the Week.’” In the photo, I was laughing, hair flying, sunlight catching on the side of my face. Zane sat next to me, arm draped casually over the back of my chair, looking like a man who knew exactly how handsome, rich, and dangerously addictive he was, more potent than espresso shots mixed with unresolved daddy issues.

Knock, knock, knock I heard a male voice yell for someone to calm down, and I straightened up as the door was opened promptly. A somewhat short and stout man stared back at me with confusion. He was entirely bald, and wore a stained grey sweatshirt. Rubbing his full black beard, he looked me up and down with two sunken in hazel eyes. “Are you lost, Synok?” Are you kidding!? You can see the outline of my breasts in this sweater. Fuck you, I’m not your son.

Natatamaan ng laser lights mula sa dance floor ang mukha nito at na-hook siya kaagad kahit wala pa itong ginagawa. Nagkasalubong ang kanilang titig at pumungay kaagad ang kanyang mata pero iniwas lang nito ang tingin at dumiretso sa mesa ng mga kaibigan. What the? Snob ang beauty niya at parang ayaw niyang tanggapin iyon. "Sino sila Kat?"

Crumbs and smears dotted the rug—potential stains on an artifact worth more than most people's homes—but she was oblivious, lost in giggles. Lukas edged closer, peering at the screen. His surprise deepened: it was SpongeBob SquarePants, not some trendy new show, but the very episodes that had captivated him as a kid—timeless absurdity with that yellow sponge and his starfish sidekick flipping Krabby Patties. Nostalgia flickered amid his irritation.

Abigail I spooned the soup into my mouth like it was my punishment. Warm, bland, and textureless. I could tell it was good, probably some expensive place Daniel had ordered from, but to me, it might as well have been ash. I chewed mechanically, my eyes glued to the TV where an explosion lit up the screen in vibrant orange and yellow. The sound was muted. I wasn’t really watching. Just staring. The kind of stare where your eyes are open but your mind has long since wandered off into the darkness.