Their Eyes Were Watching God Novels & Stories

Not that it was that effective, they always found their way inside. Somewhere nearby, eyes watched. Nathaniel had not been wrong about a watcher. Sat as still as stone having moved back from the shore. Her face was lined and the skin sagging and drooping like the jowl of a bloodhound. But her eyes were bright and alive, full of wisdom and the observer of years of history, both in this world and in others. They watched the ship calmly, despite the mist and the creatures within. Instead, her whole mind focused on the life aboard, and the emotions and vibes that were sent.

Amara looked at him. "Noah," she said. He looked at her. "She's here," he said. "Yes," Amara said. He looked at the girl again. He looked at the ammonite on the cord. He touched it. He looked at me. "She has Mom's eyes," he said. "Yes," I said. "And Grandpa Silas's," he said. "Yes," I said. He looked at the girl. "The Vance eyes," he said. "In a new face." "Yes," I said.

She didn’t think it would make a difference having the curtain open completely on one side or if it just so happened to be a small little gap. As she glanced out of the window something caught her attention, it was a pair of large red eyes watching up at the window directly at her. ‘How can they see me’ I thought to myself. ‘Maybe I’m just really tired and imaging that these eyes are looking directly at me’ trying to reassure myself as I was a little freaked out. After what seemed to be hours of just staring out of the window at these eyes, they disappeared into the darkness. ‘Finally, they’ve gone, I wonder who it was? Why were they looking directly at me? How long have they been watching m

But not a lot. I go over to the restroom to wash my face. I need some shock. Stepping in front of the sink, my reflection glares back at me. I've been sleeping enough, but my eyes look red. And my skin is pale. I look like a sad dog. My ochre eyes like dirty dishwater. Leaving the locker rooms, I walk to the bleachers. More kids have shown up, and I see that Dane, Pike, and Jack have moved to stand near where we gather when Mr. Hilliard makes us.

In the depths of his blue eyes, she saw a reflection of her own resolve, a shared courage forged in the fires of adversity. As Nora entered the courtroom, the atmosphere was tense, with hushed conversations and the occasional shuffle of papers. The room is adorned with wood-panelled walls, and the solemnity is accentuated by the judge's bench at the front. Nora sat on one side, her gaze steady, her mind drifted to the moment she had rushed in and seen Alexander. He was still holding the gun and Sebastian was on the floor groaning, Nora could almost feel the blood in her fingers like it just happened.

The mother said. “At least one half of the remaining lines made sense now. I was meant to find the one with the broken eyes with rivers of gold. Broken eyes must stand for her blindness. Do any of you know what the rivers of gold might mean?” She asked the girl’s parents and they exchanged a look. “Theia, open your eyes.” The mother said after a few seconds of contemplation and we turned to look at the girl As she opened her eyes, Adaira gasped. Her eyes were pure gold, no other colour. There was no separation between the whites of her eyes and her pupils, everything was golden.

“I believe. My words are for the one who bears the eyes of the rejected luna.” I lift my hands and touch my face, the face I changed in every aspect to look different from my old face. I was positive I looked nothing like Genevieve, but I could not bear to change my eyes. These eyes I used to see my parents get killed, these eyes that Derek looked into as he rejected me, these eyes that looked up to the moon goddess to save me. I couldn’t change them, they saw everything, they were my companion. Yes, I bore the eyes of the rejected luna because, they were my reminder of what I saw, what I experienced, what I should never forget and what I am owed.

But God, she looked… strong. Not broken. Not even close. When she reached the front, she finally looked at me. Our eyes locked. And for the first time in years, something inside me actually flinched. Her gaze wasn’t scared or fragile or victimized. It was wildfire—volatile, burning, alive with fury and something deeper. I was stunned. I’d thought we’d shattered her. Crushed her. Left her traumatized and small. But somehow… somehow this woman looked stronger than I had ever seen her.

His eyes find mine before his body is enveloped with flames. I hover over him, holding him still and watching as his face cooks until it burns. The lumps that were once his hands slam against me, but do nothing. They bounce off of me easily. He makes a gagging sound and his eyes roll into the back of his head until the flames consume those too. I watch him, taking his pain, and not looking away for a single second. I stay on top of him and take, take, take. I watch him until his chest rises and falls for the last time.

She snuck out using the exact means that got Ram in and out of the property. The moment she climbed down from the iron wrought gates, her original plan to see her friend was foiled. The ignorant child marveled at the sight, touch and sound of everything --- grass, trees, rabbits! In her long sauntering, she found a small community below. Her heart almost leapt out of its ribcage. As she ran, she perceived herself as an Eagle finally spreading wings towards freedom. The euphoria was quickly short-lived, replaced by horrors that materialized in the form of settlers shrieking out of terrors.