Another Word For Blurred Novels & Stories

But his frame was blurry. Then, it was a blackout.

I could feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones, making it harder and harder to stay awake. My vision began to blur, and the words on the pages of my book started to dance around, making it impossible to focus on them. I rubbed my eyes, hoping to clear them, but it didn't help. It was as if a veil had been drawn over my eyes, making everything hazy and indistinct.

Someone burst onto the scene, a sudden presence that I couldn't quite make out. My blurred vision, clouded by tears and stress, prevented me from seeing my helper clearly. For a brief moment, as my eyes struggled to adjust and my heart raced in anticipation, I suddenly welcomed the comfort of darkness.

Even her vision was turning blurry. She tried to shake off the feeling and looked around her… She was seeing double everywhere she looked, everything was hazy. She could hardly make out the faces around her.

Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

His voice was closer than I expected. “I think I'm sleepy, but it's —” I blinked again, harder, and rubbed my eye. The meadow had gone soft at the edges. “I don't understand why, I was fine —” I shook my head once more, which didn't help. “Xly —” The word came out slower than I'd meant it to. I tried to find his face and couldn't. Everything had gone blurry in a way that had nothing to do with darkness. “Xly — I think there's something… Xly—” My speech was becoming slurred.

"What are you saying?" Suddenly everything around me was blur before it got totally dark. .

The world around me seems to blur as the pain intensifies. Clutching my head, I blink and shake my head to clear my vision but dark spots begin to dance across my vision. The last thing which flashes before my eyes is a blurred image of someone before everything turns dark.

My vision blurred. And suddenly… No one was holding me anymore.