Blinking Synonym Novels & Stories

His brain projects the dim room filled with water and his eyes flutter. Meanders to the balcony and slides the glass door open. Cool air dries the sweat on his exposed torso. Hands clutched on the handrail, he breathes hard, heart pounding. His nose flickers when excessive air enters. A glimpse of the emerging morning sun illuminates darkness. He paces into the bathroom, stripps off his shorts and steps into the transparent shower. Water escapes from the wide, squared, lucent LED shower head. He lifts up his head and water splashes over his face.

My heart stutters when I notice an eye blinking and without warning my eyes start picking out human limbs, hidden within the tangled mess of vines. More eyes snap open to stare at me, peering out from the shadows, hollow and unseeing. Silently watching me for a long moment before they fill with hysteria, blinking fast, as if they’re trying to warn me. Limbs rustle the leaves, as white as ghosts, immobilized by the vines.

So, I stayed. Hour four was the hardest. The urge to blink became a form of torture. My eyes felt like they were filled with hot sand. I learned to "micro-blink"—closing one eye while keeping the other fixed on the glass, then switching. It was a rhythmic, exhausting dance. Every time I slipped, even for a second, I would see its fingers curl over the edge of the medicine cabinet, or see its torso lean out of the frame like a man stepping through a window.

While blinking slowly, Arleena tried to neutralize the pain in her right eye. "Does your eye need blowing out?" asked Sherlynn, who had tilted her face to watch Arleena more intensely. Arleena couldn't answer immediately. Her focus was still on blinking repeatedly. It was faintly visible because her eyes were watery. Gradually, the stinging in Arleena's eyes had diminished. Arleena remained silent, then gave Sherlynn a shake of her head. "No need. Now my eyes are relieved," Arleena replied, then gave Sherlynn a smile. "I'm sorry for making you panic. I suddenly thought of something earlier."

I blinked several times at it. Am I being watched??!!!

I just kept talking, wanting my voice to dominate over the eerie sounds of the winds blowing against the trees. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, a low light shimmered brightly against my eyes, almost blinding me. Shielding my eyes, I moved away a little and tried to blink multiple times to adjust to the bright light it shone with. Blinking I tried to get rid of the tears that soaked my sensitive eyes, and the blurriness that invaded my vision.

And a red light blinked to life. Recording.

Friendships, bonds, companionship, as I said, these things are important to us all. High above Blake's head, a small glass orb of light was flickering. I looked up, feeling the first prickles of dread creeping up my neck. Seeing that my attention had been drawn elsewhere, Blake craned to look upwards too, his gaze finding the tiny light that was blinking on and off. He looked at it, expressionless, only a slight arching of his brow showing a vague interest in the flickering light.

Not blinking. Something really isc razy. I feel it deep in my bones.