Eye Of Observation Novels & Stories

In the depths of his blue eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, a shared courage forged in the fires of adversity. As Nora entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense, with hushed conversations and the occasional shuffle of papers. The room is adorned with wood-panelled walls, and the solemnity is accentuated by the judge's bench at the front. Nora sat on one side, her gaze steady, her mind drifted to the moment she had rushed in and seen Alexander. He was still holding the gun and Sebastian was on the floor groaning, Nora could almost feel the blood in her fingers like it just happened.

"Cali Olwen, sir." He kept looking at me and I thought for a second that he wasn't blinking. But I didn't want him to because the more I looked at his eyes, the more drawn to him I felt. "Cali." He pronounced my name and suddenly I only wanted to hear it from him. "You don't have to call me sir, you and I know each other even if your mind is denying it. I couldn't get your eyes out of my mind. I haven't slept because of you, everytime I closed my eyes I saw you." "Me too." I said before I could stop myself.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I got up and was still not believing my eyes. The girl was placing her head on my heart. Her face was covered with her hair. I thought she might be Shruti but she wasn't. I carefully moved her hair aside to see her face. But I lost my heartbeat for a second after seeing that beautiful face. She was looking like a ray of morning sunlight in winter. In all that messy situation I was feeling so calm seeing her face. I actually forgot what happened to me.

The only clear path was straight ahead. Unable to see anything up ahead, Ma Xiao-Er’s eyes began to tear up from the smoke, she would wander around as smoke continues coming into her eyes. Clouding her vision, she tried to make her way closer to the light, but that light was the fire, slowly burning stronger. She tried to wave the smoke away from her face, but when she managed to see up ahead of her, she was already at the edge of a massive hole.

The orange hue of a sunset majestically spread across the skies. Care glanced above with a silly smile. The mood indeed contributes to one's perspective, she realized. Yesterday, she was indifferent to the beauty of nature and uninterested in little things that bring forth joys. Whereas now, she seemed an idiot for finding the swaying of trees adorable.

Trying is what gets men killed. I dismiss him and continue alone, replaying every moment of that night in my head, every sound, every movement, every detail that did not quite sit right. Memory can be sharpened if you apply enough pressure to it. People assume instinct is what keeps someone like me alive. It isn’t. Observation does. The small fracture lines others overlook. But concentration, I discover, is no longer as clean as it used to be, all I see are her eyes, those rosy lips, the long graceful fingers tracing my bare skin.

When that eye in the sky fixed its gaze upon us, it felt as if our hearts had frozen in an instant. It was no ordinary eye; it was like a massive lens through which some distant entity, from millions of light-years away, was observing the structure of our very atoms. As the eye tore through the sky, its color shifted from purple to deep gray. The silver grass began to crumble like pixels, falling apart in an instant. The world we had created—it was nothing more than a fragile illusion.

Like breathing. After twenty minutes, the lab feels warmer. Calmer. The beginning of a small woven panel starts forming beneath my hands. This is how stories begin in fabric. Thread by thread. Memory by memory. I'm so focused I don't hear the door open. But I feel it. That strange sensation of being watched. I look up. And freeze. Standing in the doorway—coat damp from rain—is Adrian Hale. For a moment neither of us speaks. The fluorescent light above us flickers slightly.

Quick and sharp, enough to make me freeze in my spot. Watching me, waiting for me, like how a predator observes its prey. Bright red eyes. And it’s emerging out of the alley, inching closer to me.