Feels Like Sand In My Eye When I Blink Mga Nobela at Kwento

Some are separated by death, by distance and by one sided feelings. I slowly open my eyes and let out a breath I did not know I was holding. At first, the sand slowly moves under my feet. It feels like a slight tickle as it moves under the ticklish soles of my feet. I hear myself giggle at the feather like touch. It then, starts to stir up a bit more – moving almost like a treadmill. I am unparsed by this sudden unusual movement, as I let the sand carry me to…..wherever.

I shield my eyes trying to get a proper look around. I feel my skin tingling from the heat as I decide to try to walk through the sand, not sure where I am going but feeling like I need to move. I can’t see anyone but I feel a presence, I feel someone's eyes on me but I refuse to speak. I keep moving forward but feeling like I haven’t moved.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

I was blinded, sputtering, unable to see the next move. The shield around my mind and focus broke as my eyes watered, sand caught between my eyes and lids, scratching as I blinked. The booing and jeering from the crowd was distinct. It had been yet another dirty move and Ivan didn’t seem to care. The next instant, a swift kick to my stomach sent me three feet in the opposite direction. I couldn’t see to defend myself. I rolled to my knees, trying to scrape the sand from my eyes. I pulled the hem of my shirt to my face, praying to find relief.

Little did I know that I myself was a fantasy being who was yet to unlock her magical powers. "Ugh!" I exclaimed, coughing the moment I left that world. My body was covered with dust and I think some got in my eye because it burned like crazy. "Shit!" I exclaimed with my eyes tightly shut as I dusted off the sand for my body. My eyes were burning so much and I didn't even know if the soil was blinding my vision. I slowly opened my eyes and even when I couldn't see my eyes, I could tell it was red because my eyes were burning as tears slipped out, damping my cheek.

My head spun and I blinked my eyes rapidly. A moment later, when I finally gained my senses fully, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Bliss. Pure and untainted bliss. My toes dug in the golden grains of sand; the sunlight fell on me without any barrier. My throat constricted, emotions bubbled inside me as I wriggled my toes in the sand, enjoying the way it felt against my skin. I could’ve cried at that moment. The gentle breeze kissed my face as I lifted my head up.

Disappointment clung to her words, laced with frustration that felt heavier than it should have been. A yawn escaped from deep within me, wide and uncontrollable. My eyelids dragged downward, rough and irritated, as if grains of sand were lodged beneath them. I blinked slowly, already regretting the medication I’d taken earlier. It was supposed to help, but now my head was thick with it—just when I needed my thoughts sharp and focused.

My breathing increases, my chest tightens. I stumble on my feet as memories flash before my eyes. I suck in my breath. Tears gathered in my eyes. It trails down after my blinking. My sight gets blurry and I hit the ground.

I blinked and gave my head a slight shake trying to return to my senses. Get a grip! Sola! "Um.. Yes, yes sir, everything is okay. Thank you for your help... I.. I'm so sorry you had to witness that." I don't usually stammer, but here I was, stammering uncontrollably. "Why were you scrubbing your face so hard? and why were you screaming for soap?" "I.. I had some pepper in my eye, happened by mistake..." "Oh, sorry. How does your eye feel now?" "Better." I simply said. I unbuttoned the upper part of my shirt and used it to clean my face dry.

Smashing into a shrub with enough force that black dots danced in front of Catherine's vision, her collarbone and shoulder bringing shooting pain through her body, as she could hear her shoulder making a sickening crack on impact. Her head and shoulder jerking at a weird angle into the shrub roots. Her eyesight began blurring, grains and sands were more extensive, the wind has a sandy type than dirt, when, besides fine particles obscuring her visibility, a considerable amount of larger sand particles were driven closer to the surface enveloping them.