Empty Look In Eyes Novels & Stories

The blood is turning all the pretty patterns this really dark, scary red color. There's this big knife sticking right out of his chest. His eyes are just... open. Just staring up at nothing. Those same eyes that used to get all crinkly at the corners when he smiled, that used to light up every time he told stories about Max when he was a baby... now they're just empty. Like nobody's home anymore.

All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating. Suddenly, the ventilator stopped, and the air purification machine beside me stopped, plunging my surroundings into silence. Without the ventilator's help, my breathing grew rapid, and my pain grew even more intense. With the air purification system shut down, the supposedly sterile room was now no different from any other location. The surgery to remove eyeballs was an extremely risky procedure, and without proper environmental conditions, an infection would be inevitable. A confused voice rang out from outside. "The power's out! What happened?"

At the jaw and the dark eyes and the specific, complete attention of someone who had been paying attention since the second library session and had never once stopped. “Yes?” he said. “Yes,” she said. He held her gaze. Something moved across his face. She didn’t have a word for it. She’d never seen it before. Something entirely new. Something that was all the other expressions simultaneously — the real smile, the open version, the patient certain look, the grief-and-gratitude look, all of them at once — and then something beyond all of them. Something that was only this. Only now. “Whatever comes after,” he said softly.

She frowned, and put her head down on the table, and closed her eyes for a moment. Dimitri and Pete walked through the door, Pete went to work on the soup, Ivan whispered to Dimitri about her arms. He looked over but said nothing. Pete cleared this throat, and Jade looked up. Her eyes a pale gray, almost white startled him he dropped the bowl of soup shattering the bowl when it hit the ground. He broke his stare, and grabbed a cloth, “My apologies you're eyes aren't as gray as they used to be. It’s almost a pale white,” he whispered.

I remain speechless and dumbfounded. Breathing out turns quietly difficult and impossible. I forcefully respirate (inhale and exhale). I respirate to capture little or no oxygen. All out turns slightly effective and quite helpful. But it ain't enough. It's definitely ain't my required quantity. My eyes also buldge. They fiercely pull outwardly. They Threaten detachment from my eye socket. They remain tightly fixed and glued at my mates alpha glowing eyes. They all explain my extreme shock and confusion. They eye roam him but locate zero response to my confusion.

Her delightful curves were rapidly disappearing, and Renz knew that if he'd touched her, he would have broken her. And then there was her face. Her cheekbones were further hollowed, and her skin was ashen and pale, but the hardest part for Renz was the deadness in her eyes. Her eyes had been the source of so much fascination, for they were so open, so expressive. But after leaving Sterling's, Lena's blue eyes were empty and resigned. Still, dead water. It was as if the spirit that had given her so much life had left her body, and she was nothing more than an empty shell.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

“Your eyes are the gateway to hell.” • • • THE PADDLE in front of me mirrors the face of a person I do not want to see. Those eyes show a sounding emptiness from within, a fair light skin that keeps the forming of bruises visible, dry lips that have been beaten up, and wet black hair that somehow enlightens the darkness of the sky. Hollow thoughts begin to race through me as the light sound of drizzle begins to pour down. How did this happen and why is this happening?

He sighed in an attitude and rest his back on the chair and crossed his feet on his beside chair before looking back at me calmly. None of us said anything for a couple of minutes. I'm embarrassed to even stay under his gaze let alone say anything. My mouth seemed to zip tightly by him. We both continued to look at each other. His eyes held no emotions in them, they were hollow and empty to my dismay because this is what I was afraid of while mine held longing, love, guilt, regret and a lot but I guess he doesn't give head to my emotions anymore. Good for him. Even though his eyes were hollow and dead yet they were promising a lot of things to petrify me. " Ms, if you don't have anything to

She was walking to her room when she sort of realized that the one just now was not a familiar face among these halls. But it was not just the face, his eyes were also different. One of his eyes was fine, but the other one was blank. No, not blank as if there was no color. They're both green, but the other one didn't seem to be... Alive. She didn't see the sparkle in one of his eye.