Same Face Syndrome Novels & Stories

he said. I swear all the studies I did on keeping my face neutral to any news were gone. I had assumed I would be ready for a story this big but I was not. I had the source and a front row seat. His face might have a few bruises but that’s where the similarity was. Their eyes, same nose and the way he smiled was like her smile. They were siblings.

, Mitu inquired, and her mother nodded. "Face blindness is the result of abnormalities, damage, or impairment of that part of the brain which makes a coordination between the neural systems that control facial perception and memory," Dr. Maithili said, closing her eyes and continuing to speak, "Strokes, traumatic brain injury are also the reasons for it." Mitu let out a soft gasp. "It means Mom, she was traumatized in her childhood or had an accident and has no recollection of it," Mitu inquired, and Dr. Maithili nodded tentatively.

"What's that?" Felicity asked. "It's commonly known as facial blindness. It's a neurological disorder characterized by the inability to recognize faces. This means that the perpetrator can't distinguish people, especially strangers. So, he would rely on people's clothing, body shape, and voice to identify them. His previous doctor said he developed this condition because of a tumor in his brain. This all started after he got surgery to remove the tumor," explained Vermont.

someone shouted. "It's true that I have difficulty recognizing faces. It wasn't a choice; it happened after an accident years ago. My condition is called prosopagnosia." "It's a form of visual agnosia," I continued, "characterized by difficulty with face recognition despite normal visual processing. It's also known as face blindness." They scribbled notes and snapped photos as I spoke. "What about the cancer?" someone yelled. "Is it true you're dying soon?" More questions bombarded me.

I started, my voice steady despite the turmoil within me, "I want to change my face entirely. I am not satisfied with my current appearance, and I am seeking a full-face makeover." Dr. Wolfe's eyes scanned my face, analyzing its features with a professional eye. He proceeded to take measurements and assess the symmetry of my facial structure. His expertise was evident as he delved into the details of my dissatisfaction. "What specifically about your face would you like to change, Mrs. Davis?" he inquired, his voice laced with genuine curiosity.

He has the most deformed face that is an awful grey with veins that are protruding. Connor only looks at the rest of us, "Oh, fuck."

"Ha! So, she finally decided to show her face after five years, huh?" Instead of answering, Sebastian turned the phone toward everyone and asked, "Do you think this is Naomi?" The crowd, still unsettled by Sebastian's earlier outburst, hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances before shifting their gaze to the screen. Rebecca was the first to react. Her face took on a ghastly expression as she looked at the image. Modern craniofacial reconstruction technology had reached extraordinary levels of accuracy. Although slight differences might exist due to muscle alignment, the reconstructed face was almost indistinguishable from the real person.

How would God fix things that were out of her control? Whatever! She would give it a try. Dr. Weir studied Charmine’s face intensely. To a normal person, a face had five features, and a face was just a face. To him, every inch of the skin would give out different signals. Charmine’s eyes moved slightly, her right cheek undulated. The left side of the face was for matters while the right side was for feelings… His little girl was troubled by love! Moreover, her expression was stiff with her brows slightly bent. Her left brow was slightly higher than her right brow—it showed that she had some difficulties in her love life.

"Convenient." He was looking at me. I had known Tristan's face for eleven years and I knew every configuration of it. The surgical concentration face, the board meeting face, the face he wore when a patient's prognosis was bad and he was deciding how to tell the family. I knew the face he wore when he was angry, which most people mistook for calm because it did not produce volume or movement. The eyes went flat. Not cold, flat, the specific quality of a man pulling everything inward and away from the surface.

Tonia raised yet another query. "They said you were almost hit by the couple's car, if not that the man is a good driver, maybe we won't be having this conversation by now", the nurse replied as she monitored her vital signs and recorded them in the chart book. The doctor was busy attending to patients in the ward. Gethsemane hospital is a private hospital with only one doctor and seven nurses with two cleaners. Doctor Frank is a professional at his work! He has more patronage than his fellows in the same neighbourhood as a result of the testimonies coming out from the mouths of those he has treated in the past.