Their Eyes Were Watching God Novels & Stories

She tumbled to the floor screaming; her eyes felt as if a white-hot iron was being pressed against her pupils. Mama scrambled toward her, muttering, "No, no, no... this is all wrong," under her breath. A black film began to coat Kathleen’s irises, and thin, dark tendons spread across the whites of her eyes, burrowing toward the back of her sockets. It was a sight Mama had never seen in all her years. She was paralyzed, watching the young woman writhe in agony on the wooden floor.

She was terribly hungry. Very carefully, she raised her head just a little. She peeked out from the blankets and saw two pairs of eyes watching her. The first was a captivating, brilliant gold, set in a warm brown face. They shone on her with an open, gentle tenderness. The other pair was a striking green, her favorite color. These eyes held the same warmth, but there was a sharp, assessing intensity behind them, as if they were trying to solve a puzzle. She paused, staring at the two men. Baffled by their gentleness, she began to twist the hem of her simple clothes. She was so distracted that she did not even notice the man with the golden eyes offering her food.

the lady replied smoothly. From the corner of her eye, Emma saw Mrs. King smiling warmly at Martha, while Mr. King remained entirely focused on his phone. Deeply relieved that the master of the house wasn't paying attention to her yet, Emma took the opportunity to assess the lady's appearance. The woman was stunning. She appeared to be in her late forties, yet the flawless smoothness of her complexion and the sheer elegance of her luxury clothing gave her the appearance of being effortlessly, timelessly beautiful. Her eyes were honey-coated—easily the most stunning hazel eyes Emma had ever seen.

“How was your trip? Did you have fun cutting my men down?” I sit up immediately, and stifle a groan as the world around me tilts. Atticus steps back, halting in his preening of me, and for the first time, I notice an elderly woman standing at the edge with him. Her gaze is glued to the floor and a wicked black eye adorns the left side of her face. By the smell clinging on to her, something frail and insubstantial, I can immediately tell that she is human.

It's not like the description she gave was that difficult to decipher but I had my reasons and one of the reasons was that I wanted to use my eyes wisely. Who the heck sees a big fat ass and hips and takes away his eyes from looking. As she moved, her ass wobbled in a jelly-like manner. "Damn!!!" I screamed in my head. "Has Roland touched this lady? Maybe he hasn't!" The thoughts flew through my hand while I couldn't take my eyes off her eyes. You know, when you find a good sight, watch it! Soon we arrived at the place, "This is it. Is there anything you want? So I can get it for you if you don't mind?"

Her scream echoed through the room, shrill and panicked. "Aaah!" But as soon as she spotted someone behind me, her expression morphed in an instant. Her eyes grew red-rimmed, tears welling up like a tragic heroine. "Emily, I know you despise me, but my child… my child is a life too!" I felt a strong hand seize my wrist, and I turned to find Tristan staring at me, his gaze glacial. "That's enough," he said coldly. "Emily, I asked you to come here for a civil conversation. How could you attack Faye like this?"

The only other thing that felt as ridiculous as that to me was when Jordan told me, "Josie needs a pair of eyes. Why won't you help her, Hazel?" "Why do you need my corneas for this? What makes her deserve this?" His expression turned ugly when he saw that I was mad. "She doesn't have friends or family, and she's lost her vision at such a young age. What do you expect her to do?" His tone had softened. "You're not the same as her, Hazel. You have me—I'll be your eyes. I'll hire someone to care for you and never leave you." It was mocking to me how serious he looked. "So, her vision matters, but mine doesn't?"

Arzhel First Person Point Of View I sat in class, drumming my pen against the desk, glancing at the clock every other second. Where the hell was Cyrus? He said he was just going to the nurse's office for some painkillers, but it had been way too long. My foot tapped impatiently beneath the table, irritation building. I was not built to wait. And I could feel it. like someone was watching me too close. I didn't even have to look to know who it was-Parker, sitting a few rows back, his eyes boring into the side of my head.

‘Why are you so goddamn stubborn, how I’m I going to protect such a stubborn woman’, he said. ‘Beck please leave and don’t ever speak to me again please’, I watched him leave the house slamming the door hard behind him. I didn’t move till he had driven off in his car. I locked the door, the windows and retired to my bedroom. I wore a hoodie the next day, I have never felt so blind in my life. I know I could see into people’s futures and I have never wanted to see mine but since after last night I wished I could. I locked my doors as I drove and I parked in the main lot where there were a lot of people, often I felt a lot of eyes on me but when I turned there was no one there and I knew I was

' Mum is standing in the doorway, watching but not seeing. She stopped seeing a long time ago. I look at her, but I know there's no point begging. There's no point asking her to do something. She has done something. This. She used to have the decency to look ashamed, upset even. But now, she just nods with glazed eyes, grateful she's found a way out. Grateful she has me. Grateful that she can get high and pretend her life isn't a shitty, stinking waste of breath.