Death Monologue
Staring blankly as i stare, as i talk to you. i the fallen people, walking under me. the fallen walking forever in circles around my throne, in circles around nothing. i they do not see me, they do not see you.
Chapter Twelve - Drunken Betrayal
Cammy asked as she stared blankly at him. "well as you know we're in a hotel, and he likes to view his room as a separate hotel in this suite. he calls it the 'stick it inn.'" "wow."
Sirius - Book Three: Project EPSILON - Chapter 8: Uncharted Andromeda
He asked the fox, who just tilted his head blankly. kit's tails flicked a bit, and his fingers twitched, but he said nothing and just stared up with those blank, almost child-innocent eyes.
animalistic instincts: moving in
The whole place was trashed, she starred blank into the messy former home.
CMC's find the dark side
"here and ready to say goodbye blank flank" "okay lets go! to the liburry, for helping out twilight!" all three of the blank flanked ponies went to twilights, but when they got there no one was home.
Never: Prologue
The blank look on the female's face changed again. it slowly went from blank, to a sympathetic, but interested expression. "what's your name?" "nathan." he replied, now smiling weakly. "i'm sarah."
Broken Things - Chapter Four - Finale -
Sheppy's eyes fixated on bucky, whose led panel remained blank, his synthetic body still attached by the cable.
So You've Been Transmogrified: Leo and Audrey
She suddenly felt the rush of pleasure from its stimulation and ground harder and faster on her partners blank slate.
The Black Wolf (M/M) (BDSM) (Furry Fans?!)
blank, blank, blank, blank, office, back room, back hall, blank, blank, blank. terry poked at the controls and settled the image on the back room, where all the sex toys were.
New World: The letter
All the people at the very same second with a sniping precision the same image a blank square with a message with thick black letters do you like your world? answer: yes or no. are you really happy were your life's going? yes or no.
Fade Into The Bliss
A poem of the mind going blank at the voice of a seemingly very affectionate stranger. after all he seems to just want you to have a good time even if he's got to mesmerize you to do it.
Dear John,
John didn't reply, instead, he sat down on the edge of the bottom bunk and let the papers fall between his legs, still staring blankly.