Starry Eyes Jenn Bennett Novels & Stories

"Human Anatomy and DNA structure." I can feel her eyes on me after I say this. Is she looking at the scar above my eyebrow from where the metal of the makeshift rocket exploded and sliced me, missing my eye by an inch? The doctors explained it could have been a lot worse but at the time I had held back tears and questioned what could have been worse then not being able to see. Kelly continues to stare at me. The heavy feeling of her sapphire eyes lasering into the side of my face makes me shift again in my seat. "W-what about you?" I bite my tongue at my stupid stutter. Why must my words come out like that when I'm nervous?

he gushed, looking at her face. She had an unfamiliar pair of grey eyes that were not in any of the families gene so Jace was guessing that she had collected the eyes from her father and dammit to hell, her eyes were f**king pretty, that bastard must have a really good pair of eyes, damn him! While Jace was still admiring the girl's face, Stella grumbled in her sleep and all the attention turned to her immediately. "Baby girl" Hannah called when she saw Stella opening her eyes slowly.

He put his ear to her chest. There was silence. Then a slow weak heartbeat. June opened her eyes. They were not brown. They were not purple. They were a icy silver. She looked at Benson. She did not smile. She looked at the silver ring, in the girls hand. The ring was not glowing. It was broken in half. "Benson " June said, her voice sounding like a thousand bells ringing at the time "if the aliens are dead and my father is gone then why can I see the stars moving toward us again?"

Bennett drifts between us and the kitchen, checking on dinner, humming like everything in the world is exactly where it should be. By “we,” I mean Jace and Tyler talk. Beth floats in and out, losing interest the second hockey comes up. Every time she does, Jace reroutes the conversation to pull her back in. It’s…sweet. Painfully so. The man is devoted in a way that borders on reckless. Dr. Bennett speaks now and then, but mostly she watches. Me. Her gaze is calm. Measured. Surgical. My nerves tighten another notch. Then another. By the time Jace and Tyler disappear into the kitchen to help with dinner, I’m barely holding myself together.

Her eyes continued to stare out the window with her other eye. As if ignoring her surroundings, Precious just stared out the window as if the buildings she passed were more attractive to her. Until her eyes accidentally saw Alex and Stella entering a restaurant together. Precious holds her chest because somehow her chest feels tight. Precious pondered again and thought about what was happening to her.

I said, come on in I will not open myself up this way again Nor lay my face to the soil, nor my teeth to the sand I will not lay like this for days now upon end You will not see me fall, nor see me struggle to stand Bennett looked into Eden's eyes and whispered, "You're my entire world." To be acknowledged by some touch from his gnarled hands You see the cage it called. I said, come on in I will not open myself this way again. Eden's heart started beating faster as she smelled his magical scent and heard his smooth voice tell her that she's his world. She decided at that moment that Bennett meant the same to her. Without him, her whole world would fall apart.

they say in unison, their voices all too cheerful for my liking, and I roll my eyes. “Hi,” I reply in a flat tone, sliding my shades over my eyes. I’m not at all interested in talking to them. I glance in the rearview mirror, and my eyes fall on Stella, my stepsister. Her blonde hair with streaks of brown hair brushes her shoulders, and those eyes—they catch my attention. Golden-brown, it’s the first time I have seen a woman with this eye colour. I can’t deny she’s attractive, but I immediately shut down the thought.

Hanged with the magnificent design of the screaming hallowed eye faces and decapitated bodies rotten in time and space of the ones she knew, the one she owned, and the ones who defy and laugh at her. Taking the eyes of the decapitated head of the dog and slowly toss it up to the largest glass jar a few steps right to where she stands. Looking at it with awe as its dark eyes slowly sinks to the bottom of the pooled red waters together with her collection, she smiles perfectly admiring the art that she named. “Starry blood eyes.” Giggling with excitement as she watches the floating and sinking of the different colored eyes of the living creatures that bubbled up and down through a vacuum, her

It was like she was flirting with every word she spoke. I let out a sigh and forced a smile. “Jessica, I think we’re past that now,” I said, hoping to put an end to her relentless glances. She laughed softly, like I had just whispered something naughty in her ear, even though I was sitting quite a distance away. “I’ll have an iced tea, please,” I said, noticing how her eyes stayed locked on me, refusing to relent. “Excuse me,” Ms. Bennette interrupted, pulling both Jessica's and my attention to her. The way she stared at Jessica, it was clear she had done it on purpose, as if to challenge her. It was bold, almost fearless. I liked that.

“ Seriously ? '' Jenny turned back crossing her arms with each other as she gave me an blase look and added further “ don’t tell me we are going to dance here…..without lights and music “ Shaking my head in denial with a smile I walked near her while she kept gazing at me. Did I mention that tonight there’s something captivating about her eyes ? apart from the beautifully drawn eyeliner and some glittering thing on her eyelid there’s something else too. Is it confident of being the best in every possible way ? or is it the knowingness of her worth, her pure presence and things that she deserves and the acclaim things of tonight ? or is it the trust in the process of we being a thing in neare