For The Gaze Death Becomes Her Novels & Stories

"My friends tell me I should really stop doing this but... it's my way of... reminding myself that you're gone and just give myself time to think about things. Even think out loud, without being judged." She smiled at his ceramic picture on the tombstone. She let out a sigh before she went fill up her bucket with water. She returned and added some washing powder and bleach. She grabbed her scrub and began to clean the tombstone. A regular ritual each time she visited his grave. When she was done she sighed in satisfaction. She packed her cleaning stuff and went to get fresh flowers. She divided the bouquet in two and put each small bunch in a vase on either side of the tombstone.

"Hallways feel like closed space the floor is cold as ice. Kids embraced me with gross stares, fear forbids the flower." "Walked in the Aconite flower they sliced me with despise. Purple stains left on her foot, fear deceived the flower." "They sprinkled it with trickery as its petals prickled. in the end, they killed the flower." "Oh, that's devastating." I said as she agreed on what I said, "Yes. Yes, it is indeed melancholic. I also do felt her agony." Silence came upon us for a while until she said, "Do you want to hear more?" I nodded as she proceeds

And the night, the night keeps us in the shadows especially those ones who haven't good relationships with whiches. Why doesn't she go home? My eyes landed from sunset to her and my eyes widened she was looking straight at me for the first time. How I missed the fact that she was looking at me and not I to her. Shit, this isn't good. I crossed my hand and took them comfortably on my chest, pretending that she doesn't affect me, I looked at her coldly. Mostly for humans were enough the cold and angry gaze and they avoided us but not her. She was still looking until I couldn't help and raise my eyebrow she just blushed and lowered her gaze. It was interesting her reaction was interesting. I co

She lurks in every corner, hides in every space and comes out if she's hungry for your flesh. Looks can be deceiving, but never look into her eyes. One glance can keep you paralyzed, but conscious. You'd be watching her devour your insides, painful to look at but no movement can be done once she has you. The easiest yet the most difficult death will be showcased, and you as its audience. The curtain will never close. After the outstandingly gore meal, she leaves your body. Remained unremembered and useless. She wipes the blood off of her face, fixes her features to look normal once again in front of another victim.

Her chest raising and falling, her eyes connected with mine. She gazed at me. She stayed quite, but her eyes weren't quite at all. What did we do to ourselves ? What happened to us ? Our eyes that now can't break this gaze, they're the same. Our skin that's in contact, it is still the same. But is it really us ? Are we still the same ? She suddenly shook her head, her mouth opened but nothing came out, she gasped for a breath, "I - can't-" she stuttered, her hands pressed over mine, "-breath."

Every time we went out together, people just generally thought I was Neenee's daughter which wasn't just because she was old enough to me my mother but because like me, she was also pale with ginger hair soft features, but her eyes were blue. Suddenly, Dawn's phone rang and ignoring the fact that was behind the wheel with both our lives in her hands and needed all the focus she could afford on the road she threw caution to the wind, reaching out to grab it. She was fast, but not faster than I was and my grip on the phone was steel. I wasn't letting it go before she accidentally killed me on the day I was born. Like she knew what was in my mind, she looked over to me and said coyly.

On the assumption that dead people stayed dead. And she had walked back from fire and death and erasure and burned the entire thing down with nothing but truth and documentation and the physical proof of her own existence. The room continued to move around us but in that moment, looking at her across the distance, everything went still. She didn't smile. Didn't show any of the triumph I might have expected after everything she'd done. She just looked at me with something that might have been pity or might have been simple acknowledgment. The acknowledgment that we were both exactly where this had always been heading from the moment I'd poured gasoline around our bedroom and struck the match.

A thin cloud of dust puffed up around her like a final shroud. Her body followed, collapsing in an awkward, lifeless sprawl, her gown billowing for a moment before settling over the dirt and stone. Beneath her head, blood began to trickle down, slowly at first, then it began to gush out, pooling on the ground. Her eyes weren't closed. They stared upward wide open, unblinking, those crystal-blue irises catching the faint shimmer of the moonlight. She died with her eyes open. Those eyes, once sharp enough to command a kingdom, now reflected nothing but the empty night sky.

I watched the ice take over his eyes again, his jaw tightening. Don Luciano said something, but I could hardly hear it above the rapid beating of my own heart. Slowly, he let his eyes drop from mine. A second was all it took, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze running down my body before he met my eyes again. I sucked in a sharp breath as I turned away, something twisting in my stomach. It felt like an endless push and pull. Like I knew he would make good his threat of revenge, but only... only if his gaze doesn't ruin me first.

All I had to do was go to sleep, and everything would be okay, but when I opened my eyes next, I realized I was floating in the air. My physical self had expired next to the car, while my assistant, Kara Sawyer, turned pale as she tried to stop the bleeding on my forehead by carefully placing tissue on it. The young woman's eyes were red as she called out to me softly, "Please wake up, Madison… Just hold on a little longer. Don't go to sleep." I wanted to wipe the tears from her face, but my fingers went through her. When I looked at the pale face below me, which had stopped breathing, I realized I was dead, and all I could do was look apologetically at Kara.