Eyes Open Novels & Stories

An irresistible urge surged forth, compelling me to break free from my dormant state, to summon the strength to open my eyes, and finally, to see the world around me once more. Following my instincts, I instantly obeyed the inner urge. Slowly, I put forth the effort to force my eyelids open, initially feeling as though they were stuck to my skin. Finally, they opened up, revealing a sharp, bright light that greeted me, pulling me back into the realm of reality. "I'm alive!" I exclaimed inwardly with a deep gasp, my lips trembling as I smiled my way back to life. "Kayla?" I suddenly heard my name from the right, and there stood Liam, his expression a mix of surprise and shock, mirroring my ow

Never! Perhaps it was due to the intensity of this notion that his eyes suddenly flew open. They were no longer dark. Instead, one of them turned red.

OLIVIA WINCED SOFTLY. She felt aches all over her body. She wanted to get up, but the soreness in her body made her want to curl up longer. Her eyes slowly opened. The first thing she saw was a wide glass window with beautiful tiny rays of light. Is there a fireworks party outside? she asked herself. But those rays of light didn't move like fireworks usually do. Olivia tightened her blanket and chose to gaze at the scenery a little longer.

My body instinctively reacted, every nerve on high alert, and for one fleeting moment I wondered what it would be like to look into his eyes again. And I too stayed stock-still, not daring to capture what else his eyes would reveal.

EMBER~ As soon as I opened my eyes, the realization of the special day settled almost instantly. In excitement, I came out of bed and headed to draw the curtains aside. I pushed the window open to be met with the cold fresh air, but it’s kind of refreshing. My cheeks dipped with a smile as I looked around the beautiful landscape. Yellow lights in every household and the blue light of dawn spanned across the woods far off. My gaze drifted to the exposed plains at the other side of the pack and I smiled in satisfaction.

Rei closed her eyes. When she opened them, the fear was still there. But so was she. “I don't want to be the answer anymore,” she said. Dominic pressed his forehead to hers. “Then don't be.” The house stopped shaking. Outside, the crack in the horizon remained. But the light behind it changed. It was no longer black. It was gold. Evelyn stared through the window. “It's opening.” “What's opening?” Mara demanded. Evelyn turned toward her.

When I was six, I was playing Red Light, Green Light with my brother, and I really did freeze. My mind stopped at six years old, and the shock of it broke something in Grandma too. My brother became a different person after that, keeping the two of us fed on scholarship money and whatever he could make collecting scrap. He used to be the proudest boy you ever saw. Kids at school called him a bum and he didn't even get angry. The only thing he couldn't let go was somebody passing us on the street and calling me a dummy — then he'd go after them like a madman to make them take it back. That night he held me and cried without making a sound. "Our Maisie isn't a dummy. Maisie just hasn't gro

His wife said his name a second time, closer to the wood. “Owen. I can hear the phone. Open it, or I tell them to open it for me.” He looked at the lock. I looked at him. I did not move.

Odessa I have been looked at by a lot of things in the last three months. Alphas. Ghosts. A Goddess. A hole in the sky. Nothing looked at me like that eye. It was the size of a house, gold as a coin and lit from behind, and it rose through the clear water with all the slowness of a sun coming up. It didn't blink. It didn't glare. It simply took in the shore, the doors, the stunned crowd of the dead and the healed, the way a child takes in a room it has just been carried into.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.