The Eye Test Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened at the title. Director of Hospital A. And right beneath it-the Alexander Group logo. "Call me if you ever need something-like an eye test or maybe a psychiatric evaluation. Free of charge!" So basically, he was saying she was either blind or insane. Brutal. In Harris's mind, the only kind of woman who would willingly sit across from Brown was one with no pulse. "Why would I need that? My eyesight's fine, and I'm definitely not crazy. I just... get a little stressed sometimes when I'm on a novel deadline or rushing to update my work."

I slid out of bed without making a sound and my feet were cold against the floor. The bathroom door closed with a soft click and I locked it. The test box was in my hand and I opened it with fingers that felt disconnected from my body. Remove the cap. Hold the tip in the stream. Wait two minutes. I had read the instructions so many times they were burned into the back of my eyelids but I read them again anyway because I needed something to focus on that wasn't the shaking in my hands.

Marcus stared at me immediately. There were flashes of shock, fear, and uneasiness in his eyes. I forced out a smile. "You know what I'm like. I've never lied to you. Besides, I don't know how to act. After all, you of all people know how tiring it is to put up an act, right?" Marcus didn't doubt me at all. He believed every word I said, just like how I once believed he'd remain loyal to me forever.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Using a pebble that I picked up from the ground as a projectile, with a full power I throw it on The Eye of Beholder 20 meter on my right, the sheer power of my throws penetrate it's entire eye and comes out from its back instantly killing it. It was a hassle to be honest, I don't have any ranged attacks which hinders me from easily killing the oversized eye. I also can't detect their cursed attacks as it doesn't have any sign, not even a mana fluctuations. The only indications that I can saw when the eye wants to make a cursed attack was it's actually glowed for a brief moments. I can only rely to T.A.S to detect the attacks and deal with the eye instantly by throwing a pebble at it, this m

“And to ease your worry, that’s not going to happen. What you’re describing would be a gross administrative error, which I can assure you won’t happen. If we test today and it’s much too soon for surgery, then we’ll continue to test periodically. We won’t determine you are unfit for new eyes unless periodic tests are still proving futile a good eight months from now.” “Okay, that’s a relief.” “That being said, I’d like to be honest with you about one test that would rule you out for receiving eyes.” Again, her entire body tensed. “A test that you’ll do today?” “Yes.” “And this is a test that determines whether or not I get eyes, no matter if I continue to heal over time?” “Yes, however it’s

"We believe you." "Do you?" Kaelin rounded on her. "Because it sounds like everyone thinks I'm seeing shit." "I think you saw his eyes open." Rhea squeezed her shoulder. "Question is what happens next." "Can you make it happen again?" Serna asked Elira. "Make his eyes open?" "I can try stimulus tests." Elira started pulling things from her bag. "But if it was random I can't force it." She tried everything. Bright light right in his face. Clapping loud next to his ear. Pressing hard on his chest. Ice cube on his neck. His eyes stayed shut through all of it.

The crowd was dense, but I pushed through and made a beeline for the stairs. I drew nearer and the individual glanced up and met my gaze briefly before averting his eyes. I kept back a bit, waiting for them to take the first step. Another buzz. I did not even need to check my phone to know who it was. "Close enough?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets and leaned in somewhat and spoke a bit softer. “You the one texting me?” He didn't say anything at first; he just sort of leaned in and displayed those incredible eyes, and I definitely saw the dark iris in his eye.

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.

His skin is too pale his breathing too shallow. I shift a penlight into his left eye, gently lifting his eyelid. No clouding, no hemorrhaging. The cornea looks intact. The white discharge from the pre-op medication is gone. “So far so good.” “How are you feeling?” I ask, looking at his labs. He coughs looking around. “Good.” “We're going to do a test,” I mumble while taking a chart. “Tell me what you see with your left eye.” I keep my hand on the right one and place the chart in front of his eye. He clears his throat, “I can see letters.”