Carl Loses Eye Novels & Stories

A sinister grin spread across his face as he looked at Carl, whose eyes were now bulging out in fear. "You see, being able to see is a privilege. But some people shouldn't have it." He laughed. "What are you going to do?" Carl tried to shift in the chair, however, the cuffs secured him making it impossible for him to move. "Are you going to pluck my eyes?" Carl screamed frantically. Frank clicked his tongue and then laughed. "Now now, we shouldn't be pessimistic." Frank mumbled and walked towards Carl who was already panicking. "I'm trying to help you remember what had happened a few hours ago." Frank snickered as he traced Carl's cheekbone using the pointed metal rod.

But in the end, he still wrapped an arm around the drunken Angela and helped her into the car. Amid the rain, the black Maybach slowly disappeared from my line of sight. After it drove off, a familiar voice rang out beside me. "Was it worth it, doing all that for him?" I smiled and said, "There's no such thing as worth it or not. Life is long. If something's bad for you, you just throw it away." "I heard you've got a brand-new original design draft in the making." I turned and met those bright, sparkling eyes. I teased, "Did you plant some kind of surveillance device on me, Mr. Rivers?"

Carl managed to stand on his feet as he staggered, he was lucky to only have gotten some minor in juries on his forehead and his left arm, those placed only had little cut that could be mended with stitches, the pain of his past had so overwhelmed him that he really was not minding what was going on around him again. He perceived something as he rolled his eyes wondering what it was, before he could turn back to check what it was, his car suddenly went up in flames causing a massive explosion which threw Carl off guard and almost made him break his legs. The explosion literally threw him away like a piece of rag making him crash on the floor with a loud thud. “Aarrrggghh” he growled, wincing

Callie noticed that his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. “It is one of the hardest thing in life to lose a best-friend. I have learnt it when I lost you.. Callie.” He continued speaking as he moved closer to her. Callie’s tears were beginning to brim at her eyes. He reminded her how inseparable they were once. She remembered the first time they met as kids on the first day of their kindergarten. She had been crying, alone and terrified but luckily Ashton came to her rescue. He wiped her tears and promised to be her friend forever. Indeed he had kept his promise for a long time. It was she who had ruined it.

When I pressed my hand, or more accurately the back of my hand, against the metal stand, I was leaving evidence to prove that it was Cyprus, not me. And it worked. But that's what you get when you try to play me. You lose. I'm not called Sundew, a type of carnivorous plant, for nothing. I'm deadly. And if I have to lose some blood and have a hole torn through my side to get you out, I'll do it. I'll rip out my throat to see you die. For your death, I trade my eye for a bullet. All to bring you down. I can do it.

“Go to the car. Enough of your playing fucking home sweet home.” “Aslan…” His eyes made her stumble backwards, lossing her hold on Aslan's arms. If looks could kill, she had been long buried by now. “In. The. Car. Now.” Elena ran out of the house, humiliated and scared. Aslan squeezed his neck and saw his eyes bulging out. “Aslan, leave him, you will kill him.” Joanna and his mother were pleading. These sounds brought him back to the present from a distant past and he pulled his hand away. The man coughed but Aslan didn’t stop to look.

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

He tenderly brought her hand to his mouth and gently kissed it. Pain seared through my body as my eyes lost focus. The faces of my family blurred until I could no longer see them. I tried to move my arms to rub my eyes, but I was unable to move. Panic set in as I began to struggle. Finally, opening my eyes, James Cooper’s face came into focus.

"Do something Alex!" Irish screamed when she saw Javad bringing out a small knife. Even before Alex could make a move,Carl was fast enough to jerk the knife from Javad's hand. He tossed it far away and Irish sighed in relief. But They were still fighting! Alex who was trying to regain his sight from the punch he got,staggered out of the car. He was determined to separate them this time even though his sight wasn't balanced, he didn't even know who gave him that punch between Carl and Javad, all he knew was that he went blind for minutes.

But something happened in his eyes. Something she’d never seen there before. Something that looked, for just one unguarded second— like— fear. He took the phone. Walked to the window. And the conversation that followed was conducted in low, clipped sentences that told her there was an entire world she had not yet been shown. The outside world had arrived. And it had not come quietly.