Where Your Eyes Don't Go Novels & Stories

“My eyes are fine!” “Then why did they change color!?” It must have been the reflection of the sun!” he replied. I look up and frown. “Where’s the sun?” He looked up too and clears his throat, he opens his mouth to speak but nothing came out. “You should have your eyes checked, I think you have serious eyes problem!” He wants to reply me but my stomach growling cuts him off. “Let’s go! I know where we can eat!” “Where? I hope it not too far from here?”

I entered the room with my heartbeats already on my throat. Gathering the kind of courage I never knew before, I wore a half-smile on my lips as I beat the board of directors' intimidating stares with my outward confidence. I realize how silly I was. The things these people do were beyond my comprehension. Give me surgical blades and other sets; I might have the full confidence to cut into a human's head and solve a problem, but not with these kinds of people who could kill you with their lethal gaze.

I looked at him from head to toe and asked "But you are already dressed" I said. He did not say anything, he just avoided eye contact and i could see his ears turning red. Vincent Blackwood was actually getting shy. That was something i did not expect to see in this life time. He did not say anything and just walked out of the room.

Hesitantly, I called out Madison's name. However, that long neck and strange head showed no reaction whatsoever. I shifted my gaze to Evan, who was beside Madison. A wet patch had spread beneath him, and he had already fainted from the shock. The eerie silence stretched on for what felt like an eternity before someone nervously spoke up.

All the moans from the pain left me panting for air, with only the ventilator to keep me from suffocating. Suddenly, the ventilator stopped, and the air purification machine beside me stopped, plunging my surroundings into silence. Without the ventilator's help, my breathing grew rapid, and my pain grew even more intense. With the air purification system shut down, the supposedly sterile room was now no different from any other location. The surgery to remove eyeballs was an extremely risky procedure, and without proper environmental conditions, an infection would be inevitable. A confused voice rang out from outside. "The power's out! What happened?"

The specific state of someone whose attention was divided between the outside world and something internal. He crossed to the kitchen. Stood beside her. She heard him. Turned. Looked at him. He looked at her face. “How are you feeling?” he said. Not about the window. Not about the seminar. Directly. She held his gaze. “Strange,” she said. “Strange how?” he said. She looked at the sky. “Good strange,” she said. “The kind that means something real is happening.” She held his gaze. “I keep reaching for it and it keeps moving slightly. I can feel it but I can’t quite—” she stopped.

My eyes shimmer with the same golden-honey speck in my eyeball, and I can't help but gasp, running my hand all over my neck, hoping it's a hallucination my brain is cooking up to deal with reality. "What is that?" I point at the shifting colours as I gesture to my eyes. "Can you see that?"

Nancy woke up gradually as the doctor continued to massage her nerve endings on her palms and plantar surface, but when she opened her eyes, the black portions of her Iris rolled around, startling the doctor since something seemed out of the ordinary, which Nancy looked into attentively. "What's going on around here, buddy? Since I lost my route and became separated from my six-globe team, I was unable to determine where I was. Where are my glasses? I need my glasses, please! The sun's rays are blinding me and irritating my iris. I can't see well at all.” Nancy turned over and began to crawl in search of her missing glasses. The doctor opened her medicine bag to retrieve his extra pair of gl

I moved away when I felt a vision coming. it was dark, I couldn't see anything but all I could see was blood splattered on the wall, it was a conference hall. I saw ahead with a hole in it. I saw myself walk to the window which was the only source of light and the floor was about 20 floors down and just then I screamed when I saw Noah corpses on the ground floor. In reality, I was superglued to Beck and I was screaming, when I looked up at him, I snapped and pushed him away and moved back in the bed.

he inquired. I gesture in answer, "Indeed, however, don't stress over attempting to track down it. I have this one," I finger my thick focal points. He appears to be unsatisfied, his look of pity. "Like this," he remarks tragically, "I can't see your charming eyes that well. Is there a way you could do without them?"