Flashes Before My Eyes Novels & Stories

She was determined to make her fashion show a success, not just for herself but for all those who believed in her. Nora's eyes flickered open, the harsh glare of her laptop screen momentarily blinding her. As her vision adjusted, she noticed the time displayed on the screen – 4:37 AM. The sound of her buzzing phone had startled her awake, and she groggily reached for it, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread.

Maybe now… Just as I felt myself beginning to drift… A flash exploded across my mind. My eyes flew open. I jerked slightly, my heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. “What the hell…” It hadn’t been a dream. At least… I didn’t think it had. It was too fast to understand. One second there had been darkness behind my eyelids, and the next there had been blinding light. Almost like a memory. Or… A picture. I honestly couldn’t tell. The image disappeared before I had a chance to make sense of it, leaving me staring into the darkness of the room with more questions than answers.

11 It was amazing just how much energy fear could give you. It could shut you down so you gave up and curled up in a ball and let the terror take you. Or you could seize it, slap reins on it and ride it into the maelstrom. Kate’s skin tingled as if her nerves had risen to the surface and her senses were hyperacute. Objects—fence-boards, roofs, chimneys etched against the sky, the ripple of reflected light upon dark water—all seemed sharply defined as if outlined by a pale yet luminous light. She was near jogging, but nowhere near tired.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

She came over to me and shined the light pen in my eyes and I blinked against the brightness. “How bad is it?” “The medication takes the edge off of it, but we are working our way up to an 8 out of 10 even with the pills.” Her smile turned to a frown. “Your pupils are a little slower to respond to the light. Have you been sleeping well?” I shook my head. “I get about three to four hours a night. During that time, I see…or dream…flashes of things I don’t remember. Sometimes I feel and can’t see. Sometimes everything is blurry. But I just wake up in a cold sweat.”

A sudden movement. A flash of pain. Blackness. Nothing.

“I want them to feel it.” I smiled, feeling my plan take hold. “They will,” I said. “We’ll plan it together. But you need to rest now. That headache means you pushed yourself too hard tonight.” She touched her temple, wincing slightly. “It’s better,” she said, her voice softer. “But I keep seeing things. Dancing, when I was little. It’s blurry.” My stomach twisted, but I kept my face calm. “That’s normal,” I said, lying smoothly. “After what you’ve been through, those flashes will come and go. Don’t focus on them. Focus on us, on what we’re building.”

I shift maybe an inch, maybe less, but the pain that follows is enough to make my vision flash white behind my closed eyes. “Fuck…” the voice breathes. That word. That tone. Something inside me twists. I know that. I know that. My eyes open. Just a fraction. Light hits too hard, too fast. Everything blurs instantly, shapes bleeding into each other. I blink. Once. Twice. The world struggles to come into focus. There’s a ceiling above me. Not the same one. Not the one with the flickering light. This one is cleaner. Brighter. Different.

Sylvia pressed her eyes against each other. While her brain was picking up a burning sensation, her nostrils were inhaling the scent of medication. She was on her back, facing the white ceiling. She shut her eyes and soon, she was having flashes of her accident. She recollected standing with Morris on a safe path and the next thing was a sport emanating out of nowhere and then it ran into her.

He said and I widen my eyes Oh shit! I suddenly felt the urge to throw up and I did. Black dots started to appear in front of me when I saw something that I don't want too but I saw clearly. Same blue eyes from my nightmares…