The Eye Test Novels & Stories

He always knows. He has always known. I cross the kitchen and I take the test out of my bag where it has been living since Tuesday and I put it on the counter between us. He looks at it. Very still. The eggs are still on the stove making quiet sounds. He looks at the test for a long time. Then he looks at me and his expression is doing something I have not seen before, wide open and completely unmanaged and full of something so large it has not found its shape yet.

She flipped the results over before looking at them. Eve closed her eyes and opened them slowly again and turned the test-pack over. "Oh my God, I'm so nervous! I hope the results are what I want!" Eve said before looking at the test pack results. Eve slowly opened her hand that was covering the result and flipped it back before looking at the whole thing.

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn’t know how long I stood there. Maybe a minute. Maybe less. When I finally opened my eyes,the first test had two lines. I immediately looked at the second. Two lines. My breath caught. Slowly, I turned toward the third. Two pink lines. “No.” The word came out as a whisper. I picked up the three tests. My hands shook harder with every passing second. “No.” I looked at them again. Nothing changed. Tears filled my eyes.

What’s wrong with me? “I have someone to test it on.” He turned to stare me in the eye now. “I have to see if it lives up to its advertised value, and what better way to test it than to make a woman come.” Those devlish eyes pinned me to the wall. “Oh…..is there a woman in mind, perhaps?”

This is the worst part. "Okay Miss Hernandez. It was written here that you got a new glasses so we will not test your eyesight anymore and according to the data we've gathered this year and the previous year it seems that your height

The pressure behind my eyes appeared suddenly. Sharp. Familiar. A vision. Damn it. The world blurred. Buildings dissolved. Voices vanished. Darkness replaced everything. Then images emerged. A rooftop. A rifle. A man kneeling near the edge. Watching. Waiting. Not aiming to kill. A test. The realization arrived instantly. He wasn't hunting me. He was measuring me. Measuring my reaction. My abilities. My awareness. The vision shifted. The rifle fired. Glass shattered. Panic erupted. People screamed.

ROMAN’S POV She had beautiful eyes. Brown. Almond, I think. They were shaped like that, slightly sharp at the edges, calm but not so calm. More like the kind of calm that you know held back a whole lot of storm. Beautiful chaos. I liked that. I liked staring into them too. It was the same thoughts I had back then as well. Back in that test room. I went from silently watching her be in her element, take charge of conversations, structures, asking questions, and then gradually admiring her while she was at it. It was that damned equipment’s fault.

"Let’s see what’s going on. Chin here. Forehead against the strap." Cale complied. He gripped the armrests. "Better one? Or two?" Dr. Chen clicked the lenses. Click. Click. "One," Cale said. "Three? Or four?" "Three." "Five? Or six?" Cale hesitated. He squinted. "Indistinguishable," Cale admitted. "The blur is consistent. The letters are... vibrating." Dr. Chen pulled the machine back. He turned the lights up. "Well, Cale," Dr. Chen said cheerfully. "It’s official. You have presbyopia."

Verra said Matter-of-a-factly. She took a sip from the glass of white ginger tea that she brought in with her then continued, "Maybe what you have isn't just the Eye Of Truth." Xasha seemingly gave up on staring at his eyes in the mirror. He walked to his bed and sat down. Looking at Verra he said, "well if it isn't the Eye Of Truth, I don't know what it is. It works just like any other Eye Of Truth, I can tell when somebody is lying, I can see things other people can't see like the color of one's soul and I can read and understand anything I see even if it's in another language.

he says as the teacher begins to talk and give instructions. I shift my gaze from the teacher to his grey eyes. His intense gaze bores into my eyes, but I stare back. I'm not scared. "I had things to do," I reply simply and quietly to not grab the teachers gaze. He frowns, and his blonde-hair eyebrows knit together. "That's not an excuse," he states, "you shouldn't leave your duty over the fact that you have something else to do." I think of something to retort back, but the problem is he's right. Your duty comes first. No pun intended. But you should always carry out what you are told to do. It resonates, what he said. The part of me that comes from my past agrees with him.