Lifeless Eyes Like A Doll's Eyes Novels & Stories

Don't want anybody knowing. After I finished, I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. My green-blue eyes hold no life; they are dull, lifeless, with no shine in them whatsoever. They used to be so bright, full of life and happiness, but now they are dead; there is nothing in them, and they look so empty. My face is too thin and pale from the little food and dehydration. My clothes are too big and baggy because I'm too thin. Overall I'm not the most appealing to look at.

I’ll wait. She stared at the message for a long time. Then she turned her phone off and tried to sleep. Sleep didn’t come easy. When it did, she dreamed of eyes, Ethan’s warm brown ones smiling at her across an airport terminal, and another pair, darker, watching from the shadows. In the dream she walked toward Ethan but kept glancing back, pulled by something she couldn’t name.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

It opened its eyes and I frowned when I only found dull brown orbs. "Try to make this one fly," she demanded. "What?" I chirped. "No. How can I when you haven't told me a spell yet?" "There's no need for a spell unless I'm the one controlling it." She grabbed it and put it on her arm. "See the eyes?" She poked its eyeball. "No life in them, right? Technically, I only made a doll, and you'll be the one breathing life into it." I stared at her in reluctance.

Well I guess I'll just enjoy the peace for now. The noises wouldn't let me sleep, looks like this life will be over faster then expected, by the sound coming from the living room seems like I`d be killed by robbers. I woke up from the bad and calmly went to the living room finding two dead bodies surrounded by a pool of blood that horrible smell and colour bring back some horrible memories, as I looked to the left side there stood a guy with completely black eyes no white to be seen and a big scar on his right side of the face, he was definitely not human, when he looked at me he put an evil smirk on his face and was proudly showing me his hand with long black claws full of blood but I had

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

I screamed, my whole body jerking back, but Papa’s hand clamped down on my arm, steady, unyielding. “Relax, Eleanor,” he said, calm as stone. “The glass is reinforced. He can’t break through.” But I wasn’t reassured. Because I saw its face. I saw its eyes pressed against the glass—eyes that should’ve belonged to a man. Eyes that once might’ve held hope, laughter, fear. Now they were void. Hollow. Stripped of anything human. What looked back at me wasn’t a soul; it was something demonic. And they had done this.

She even had the audacity to call him rude! Suddenly, while he was taking a closer look at Rose, he finally realized that her eyes were the color of gray and not blue. The more he stared at those gray eyes the more it felt familiar to him, but he pushed that thought aside because the eyes he remembered had a spark of life in them. But the eyes he was staring at were completely dead, they had no touch of living and life in them, and this was another that caught his attention. How can a young girl like her possess this kind of eyes, so dark and melancholy as if it was made out of the ashes of people she had killed. Despite the darkness in her eyes, they were beautiful like the thick, prowling,

"Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?" The baby doll tilted her head in a creepy way, as if she had understood my words. Blood began to flow faster and faster from her eyes. Her expression grew more grotesque, and tiny hands began reaching out from her mouth one by one. I was so scared that I dropped to the ground, sitting on my butt. Then, my thoughts got even stranger. "Isn't she going to puke with so many hands scratching at her throat?" The doll's huge eyes held a flicker of confusion. At the next moment, the storm clouds burst, and rain began to pour down in heavy drops.

Regardless of the disaster, regardless of what will happen, even if it is a painful death, when it is only a white skeleton, it is impossible to sing a sad song of regret. These are the eyes of the devil. But those pretty eyes are just to distract her. The scent quickly surrounded Oralie, sweet and intoxicating, making her stomach hurt like it was punctured, and her head hurt like it was being hammered in two. Selina slightly lowered her eyes, looking at the blue eyes in front of her that gradually lost focus, and became empty and lifeless, like a senseless puppet. She smiled again, a slightly satisfied smile. But the other eyes, as cold as the black night covered with dew, made people cold.