Blurry Vision On Command Novels & Stories

My vision blurred at the edges. Clearway and Waters moved along the right wall with the other attendants, placing themselves where they could watch me without breaking rank. Waters’ eyes sharpened when she saw me wobble. Clearway’s jaw tightened. But they couldn’t reach me. No one could. I forced myself to keep going, barefoot against stone, every bruise making itself known.

They watched me through the shower glass. I soaped slow. Blind. Exposed. I bent for the soap. And saw it in the drain. Half a contact lens. Blue. Not mine. Not my sister's—hers are brown. Someone else showered here. I stood. Wrapped the towel. Fumbled the tuck. Blind people can't see mirrors. "Your phone," the robot voice said. I reached out. "Where?" "Counter. Left." Wet phone. Cracked screen. I turned on VoiceOver—Siri reading fast, gibberish to them, clear to me.

My vision slowly becomes blurry and I pass out. ****** I open my eyes and see myself in Aiden's arms as he sweat profusely. Was his room also hot or is he just scared shitless? His heartbeat is fast and intense. I smile. He really cares. Tash and Raven are beside Aiden, fear written on their faces. It becomes harder to keep my eyes open and my body is numb. I shut my eyes and drift to sleep. ******* "There is a thing that the Vahemir ain't immune to. It was released in the steam", Tash explains and I open my eyes but my visions are blurry I can't see them properly, so I shut my eyes.

I just have to rest and then i will be fine. But suddenly my vision bacame blurry and my steps wobbled. And then i lost my balance due to unclear vision and dizziness. I was about to fall but then a strong arms saved me from falling. I tried to see the person who saved me falling but due to my blurry vision i can't see anything. After lot of struggling my vision got little bit clear and i was met with a pair concern blue eyes. I instantly knew who he was but the question is what is he doing here???

“Le PV22 a parfaitement fonctionné sur lui. Il a été absent pendant si longtemps qu'il était inutile d'essayer de le faire revenir à la réalité. Ouais patron, il n'y a pas d'autres effets secondaires. Je suis certain que tondre à droite tout ce qu'il voit devant ces yeux est pire que la vision d'une mouche Tout ce qu'il peut voir, c'est des tons noirs et blancs flous.” (The PV22 worked out perfectly on him. He was out for so long that it was pointless trying to make him come back to reality… Yeah boss, there are no other side effects from it. I am certain that right mow all he sees before those eyes are worse than the vision of a fly. All he can see is blurry Black and white tones…)

One single, quick blow right at his Adam's apple. It’s all a whir of mere seconds, as though I’m in slow motion and the world is speeding around me. My vision blurry with tears and my left eye is burning so bad it’s streaming. All I can see as I try to acclimatise is the fluid form of a trained fighter, a silent deadly movement and intimidating presence.

She explained plainly. “So in one one word, I should be extra careful around the maid?” I asked her for a better validation. She nodded her head quietly and talked again. “I've noticed an enraging pattern in my visions. Whenever I try to discern if someone is a sleuth or spy, my usually clear sight becomes cloudy and blurry. It's as if an unseen force is intentionally veiling the truth from me. The images and impressions that normally flow so freely are instead fragmented and unclear, leaving me in a State of ambiguity. This blurring of my vision is not just maddening, but also potentially deadly.” She explained tensely.

I mopped off the sweat that had covered my brows. Today was a different one. I had flashes of things I couldn't understand. Sometimes when I look at the vanity mirror, I see a blurry image, very unclear. I try to refocus, to see the image properly, but I always ended up with a splitting head that makes me feel like ripping off my head.

ALORA'S POV 061 “Really?” I asked, stepping closer to him, my voice tight with disbelief. “Yes, really,” Mr. Grey replied, tapping a few keys on his laptop. “When I checked the footage again, I noticed it had been blurred using some kind of virus filter. But it’s not permanent—I can fix it. I can help you.” I stared at him. My heart jumped, but I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn't afford to let hope ruin my focus.

My mother's weak voice said. "Will she ever be able to see again?" My mother asked rubbing my hand. The doctor sighed, "I don't think it's possible." My breath hitched. What? I may never see again? How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this? ****