The Blink Of An Eye Book Novels & Stories

"Lights out!" With a loud crash, the glass shattered. But strangely, there were no sparks, and the room didn't go dark. With the fixture smashed, a giant mechanical eyeball was revealed behind it. It stared down at us, motionless and ice-cold, a red dot blinking at the center of its pupil. "I knew it." I looked straight at the eye and asked, "So, are you liking the show so far?" [Warning! Warning! Scene integrity compromised! Logic layer damaged! Warning! Player behavior in violation of protocol!]

I saw someone so familiar, their hair looked rough and wild, like something that came straight out from a horror movie and their eyes looked so wild, like only the white part of their eyes was visible, rolled back in a way that made my stomach turn. I snapped my eyes shut immediately and reopened them quickly, hoping I wasn't going insane and when I opened my eyes, the image wasn't there anymore. Quickly, I walked towards my window with shaky hands, bringing the curtains down. And walking towards my bed, quickly covering the duvet around me like it could protect me. "I hope I'm not going insane or perhaps it's the book I have been reading," I whispered, closing my eyes but each time I closed

she asked. I blinked, confused, until I realized the source, it was the living book. A strange light had begun to seep through my gown, glowing brighter with each passing second. It pulsed against my chest like a heartbeat. I quickly pulled it out, holding it with both hands. The book trembled in my grasp, the pages fluttering though there was no breeze. Its light brighter, fiercer, wilder than ever before. The woman’s eyes widened. Without hesitation, she reached out. Her fingers touched the cover before I could stop her.

Crystal’s hands were shaking, she dropped the book down, and the book landed with a thud on the carpet. Her eyes were nearly wide, her pupils dilated in shock. It was as if time stopped, and everything suddenly went blank. Not a single sound could be heard, she was literally blank.

A moment to reminisce leisurely. I blinked, ending the short memory that was engraved at the back of my head like a small light filled with happiness. Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked down at the book. Leah looked at me with wonder. I crouched down to the level of the bag, glancing at the glowing book before me. I bit my lip. Thinking would this be the right choice to go back? What would happen if I left this place? I knew I didn’t like the idea of going back to that town. The town that only gave me temporary happiness and short lived memories to enjoy.

Blinking my eyes open felt like pulling weights from my eyelids. A harsh light bore down on me, searing its brightness into my retinas. My head was a swirling cauldron of fog and confusion, every thought struggling to solidify. The smell that invaded my nostrils was overwhelmingly sterile, like an army of cleaning supplies had waged war in the room.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

Confusion bubbled, anger simmered as I flipped the pages. Such delicious darkness, I think I'll enjoy tearing it from you, piece by fragile piece. Was he...Was he saying the quotes from the book earlier? I snapped my head at him, but he was already looking at me. He was looking at me. This blind man was looking at me. His piercing eyes lit up amused, sinfully crafted lips curved, and I noticed, under the dim light and amidst the panic attack I was about to have. He had a dimple.

Elara was left standing on the muddy road, the rain frozen around her like a forest of glass needles while the man with the purple eyes lowered his pen to the paper to write her out of existence. She did not have a weapon. She did not have a machine.. As she looked at the book she saw the black text beneath her skin begin to pulse in perfect harmony with the ink on Vaughan's page. The story was not over. She just needed to change the author.

I moved away from it. “Scaredycat,” Vlarr sneered. I glared at him, daring him to repeat himself. I felt Barlas's eyes on me–cold like ice. I stopped myself from looking into them. There was something unnerving about the way his eyes glowed tonight. “Begin,” his voice rumbled. I saw Orchid produce a book out of thin air. I recognized it. It was the same old book with worn-out cover that she'd been studying the night Zonda had been caught.