Never Noticed Novels & Stories

Then opened them again, back to my sharp and focused self but the truth—The part I didn’t say out loud— Sat quietly beneath all of it. I noticed and once I noticed something…I never ignored it. Not anymore.

As I got to my car , the first thing I noticed were the notifications in my phone . I slowly reached out to ur and looking at the pictures my heart skipped . It wad that feeling of nervousness , it wad fuflimwng . I had gotten what I had always wanted and this time Syed going to get a taste of the medicine she had prepared .

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN POV: Marcus He’d known before anyone told him. That was the thing about paying attention. You noticed things. He’d been noticing things his whole life, it was his primary mode of existing in the world. He noticed when people were hungry before they said so. He noticed when a room needed something. He noticed when two people were doing the specific dance of not saying a thing that was already true. He’d noticed Leila and Isla for months.

I felt very bad for him but I couldn't exactly do anything to get it off his mind or forget it, that was the sad part. The poor child was completely broken and I was the only one he had to turn to for homeliness and comfort at this point but even I couldn't provide the comfort he needed. It's actually very illogical how nobody noticed that she was dying. How didn't we notice? We were all so caught up in our own ongoing busy lives that we didn't even think about checking on the neighbor. If you're reading this, this is a sign that you should check on your friends and neighbors whom you see and don't see everyday. I'm not talking about just saying hi.

Double standards right? The saddest part for Margo, saying it was an average Friday night wasn't much of a stretch from the truth. Alcohol = fun... But also drama... LOTS of drama. 'Come on someone notice!' "Tatianna! My O-M-G! How's one of my favorite home girls!" Bernard shrieked hopping up from his seat bouncing up and down excitedly as though just noticing her for the very first time. The sad truth, he really just did. For the past several minutes he had been staring at the ceiling in an absentminded daze as though seeing a once in a life time comet passing by earth. Though for Bernard and his 'medicine' this was a pretty regular occurrence. Yet for some reason beyond him no one else ev

After we'd had a fight, my childhood sweetheart, Adrian Hale, deliberately agreed to take a sophomore named Sienna Reed to Beach House Week on Cape Cod. He was certain I'd do what I always did: get jealous, start a fight, then swallow my pride and beg him to come home. But when he returned to Kingsley University with Sienna a week later, he found me unexpectedly easy to deal with. He gave Sienna my lead creator slot in the National Robotics Challenge. I didn't quit. I organized her test data and rewrote her presentation for her. He backed Sienna in the student council election and picked apart my work during the public debate. I didn't argue. I admitted I could have prepared better and calml

‘Now that I think about it, ever since we’re living together, with very little interaction from everyone else save for Zeke, every time I referred to him, I didn’t need to call him by name since it was just the two of us,’ I realized even more. I couldn’t believe how slow I was in just now noticing this. Was I that concerned of myself this whole time I would fail to notice these sorts of things? Then again, during the first month, I didn’t think Raiha’s son would be treated so horribly himself by his own mother, until I actually saw the action with my own eyes. As I got my attention back on him, I noticed the boy looking up at me with a concerned expression in his eyes. One look at that was

I cast a quick glance around before leaning closer to him and whispering, "Do you always get watched like this?" He looks a little confused before joining me in looking around at the others. Is it possible that he did not even notice that we were being watched this entire time? Everybody has been staring at us since we sat down. There is no way that he could not have seen it before now. "I guess so. I do not notice it as much as I did when I was younger. You grow used to it after a while." He says with a shrug.

Coral I didn’t sleep much that night. Not because I was afraid, but because I was aware. I was listening to everything around me. Taking it all in. I was becoming much more aware of the small things around me, the subtle changes in the air. It was strange to think that these changes had been happening all the time, and I just never recognized them. It is so interesting, and so scary, to think about all the little things that we miss all around us on a daily basis.

I said, before I'd fully decided to say it. He looked at me, something shifting slightly in his expression — not surprise exactly, but the look of someone who hadn't expected the conversation to land there. "It is, sometimes," he said. "People either don't notice, because they've never had a reason to expect anything different, or they notice and find it unsettling, the way you did at first. There isn't a lot of room in between those two reactions." "What's the third option?" I asked. "The one I'm apparently in now."