Another Word For Blurred Novels & Stories

Her vision was blurry. “Miss… Miss old-fashioned!” Was all Audrey could say.

My vision blurred at images of heavy rain flashed across my mind. A rushing car... Scared me, running away... hitting the car and... Ugh! I gasped at the harsh pull, hitting a firm wall that gripped me solid. A fuzzy face hovered over me and crowds were fading, as I felt weak against the firm grip. Soon, everything darkened before my eyes, swallowing me deep into the hollow...

My vision blurred, consciousness slipping through my fingers like quicksand. Slowly, I gave in to the darkness.

The world in front of me gradually blurred. Soon after, everything went dark again.

I almost bit my lip when I saw it: the web page was black and empty, but the source code said something else. The page is not really blank. Somewhere on the page, there is a full stop. A normal full stop, like you, would find at the end of a sentence. It is black against the black background, but more than that. This is a hyperlink - a link to a subsequent web page. An Easter Egg.

People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had. Additionally, the number one trending topic was #GenuisPaintressLeahRivers. It turned out Skyler had spent a fortune to make Leah's art show a trending topic. People were singing her praises in the comments and calling her an art prodigy. I tapped on the hashtag and looked at photos of Leah's art show. Due to my blurred vision, I stared at them for a long time until my left eye became sore. That was when I saw that most of her work, including the details and inspiration, were blatant copies of my work. Yet, everyone thought she was the victim.

When they finally opened, the light burned, weak, but blinding to me. The world didn’t come back all at once. It crept in, like morning light sliding through a crack. The ceiling above me was blurry, a pale color I couldn’t place. It shifted and swam in my vision as if I were underwater. My lashes felt heavy as I blinked, over and over, but the blur remained. Everything was so still. Too still.

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ I slowly opened my eyes, and the world was a hazy blur. A heavy fog seemed to hang over my consciousness, making it difficult to sense where I was.

Tears blurred my vision for the millionth time today. Just take me home.

The secret daughter. My vision blurred. And then… Darkness.