Bakit Maitim Ang Eyelid Novels & Stories

sound as it rubbed against her palm. “I think about her every night,” she said. Her voice was soft, barely audible, carried away by the wind. “Aunt Rita said it’s not shameful to miss your mother. She said my mother was a hero.” Jenny’s nasal passages felt sore. The soreness started in the nasal turbinates, spread to the bridge of her nose, and then to the lower edge of her eyes. Tears welled up in her lacrimal glands, but didn’t flow out. Over the past three days, her lacrimal glands had been completely depleted. The remaining tears were only enough to moisten the mucous membranes at the lower edge of her eyes, not enough to form a single tear droplet.

A very soft squeeze. Maitê froze. "Rafael?" Seconds later, she felt another squeeze. A little stronger. His eyes moved beneath his eyelids. Slowly. Maitê stood up and called the nurse through the intercom without letting go of his hand. "Rafael… I’m here. Open your eyes. Please." His right eyelid trembled. Then the left. And then, slowly, his eyes opened. Brown, confused, unfocused. He blinked once. Twice, looking at the ceiling and then at her.

six months ago............ DAHAN-dahan kong imunulat ang aking mga mata. Kapagkuwa'y pinakatitigan ko ang puting kisame. Hanggang sa mapadako ang paningin ko sa dingding na kulay puti rin ang kulay. Nangunot pa ang aking noo matapos kong igalaw ang aking kamay at mapagtanto kong maraming tubo ang nakakabit saakin.

My eyelids fluttered. And then.. Darkness.

She let out a long breath, turned her face sideways, and bumped into a turquoise eye. Sagon plopped down on the side of her bed and stared at her with an eye that hadn't even grown yet. His right eye was still an empty black eye hole, the left eye had grown, but there was only a lone turquoise eyeball set in the socket, the eyelid was not repaired along with the lower eyelid, and at first glance, it was even more oozing than the two black eye holes. Evelyn froze for just a moment and immediately recovered.

asked Ezekiel. Ezra nodded. "Hmm," Ezekiel murmured softly, returning to stroking Ezra's temple to part her baby hair. He traced the woman's face carefully. Her forehead, her brow bone, the soft wrinkle between her brows, and her eyelids. He noticed a tremble in her eyelids, making her lashes flutter seductively. Her eyes which normally looked black and dark, empty without a single light, seemed to reflect a little of the moonlight, with a faint hint of deep blue.

"Well, the stronger the eyes the more you can look, though there would be a limit but I haven't heard of a human who even reached the limit. Some never used it to peek into the future not even once," Maltida said and laughed.

And then, when I looked at Mila, I saw it — a tiny tear clinging to the edge of her lower lid. ***

ALTHEA My eyelids feel like stone. Heavy. Aching. Every time I try to lift them, they drop back down. But then, finally, I manage. Light floods in, too bright and too white. I wince, blinking fast, my dry eyes adjusting slowly to the glow. Everything is clean. Too clean. Pristine white walls. Pale curtains fluttering slightly from the breeze coming through a half-open window. The sharp smell of disinfectant tickles my nose.