Feels Like Sand In My Eye When I Blink Novels & Stories

But what's different, he's smiling more often now, I think. More than three hours and a half struggling with computers and important documents. My head almost felt like it was brusting. I blinked my eyes over and over, trying to make my sight clearer, because it have been feeling a bit unclear. Maybe next time I should wear anti radiation glasses to reduce the radiation that gets into my eyes. My net is hot, I lifted my head. My hands fan the eye area. For a moment it seemed like a clear grain fell past my cheek.Stinging and hot. I hope they don't see that I'm crying.

Somehow, some way, we would find our way back to each other eventually. Standing up from the bleachers, I smoothed out my sundress and prepared to head back inside. That's when disaster struck. A stray football went whizzing past out of nowhere, kicking up a cloud of dust and sand that blasted right into my face. I let out a startled yelp as the grit assaulted my eyes, immediately screwing them shut against the stinging pain. "Oh my gosh!" I gasped out, hands flying up to cover my eyes as tears started leaking out. The sting was so intense, it felt like my eyeballs were literally on fire.

My eyelids blink for a few seconds and everything fades away. A soft cry breaks out of my lips as every part of my body vibrates in pain. My wrists and ankles are burning, sending more weakness through my veins. What is happening to me? My eyelids faintly move open, but everything appears indistinct and unclear. Feels like I'm dying with each passing second. My nose scrunches up a little as the familiar scents hit my nostrils. The scents of Camila, Freya, and the men. What are they doing to me that is causing me so much pain?

Elora’s POV I woke up to the pungent smell of what seemed to be a herbal medicine invading my nostrils. The room was silent apart from my heavy breathing. I slowly got up and lifted my eyelids. I squinted in an attempt to sharpen the blurry image surrounding me. However, a sharp pain stung my eyeballs as soon as the light hit them. It felt as if my whole eyeballs were dried up. It gave me some discomfort making me blink a couple of times in an attempt to wet it with my tears. Unfortunately, it didn’t help so I ended up rubbing them. That was when I noticed that no matter what I do, my vision didn’t seem to enhance at all.

Everyone else wants a piece as well. The mob still wants her. They're after her.Calling out will do more harm than good. I'm not sure what position I'm in. Seating? Standing? Squatting? To confirm, I place my hand against the ground. Sand. I'm still on the ground. I pushed my weight against that forcing my body to stand up. My sight. I need my sight. Blinking my eyes excessively, I got the sand out, but fuck it hurt. My vision was impaled still and keeping my eyes open hurt.

*Maggie* I stand in front of the doctor who saved me from the mental institution and blink furiously to clear my eyes. My lashes feel thick and sticky and I rub at them furiously trying to either wake myself up or free my poor eyelids of the feeling of stiffness that settles in. I groan in frustration when my eyes water and I try yet again to blink through the heavy lids of my eyes. I can’t explain how I know who is in front of me other than, I just know. It could be her scent or perhaps the blurry shape I can perceive through my gooey eyes.

That's how most of the stories end. But since I left the Wildlands, there has been only this endless trudging, slogging, tramping, clumping. And sand. So much sand. It's like a fine mist that you don't even notice is inside your ears, your nose, crusting your eyelashes, coating your teeth and your tongue, until you try to take a sip of water and swallow a mouthful of sand. Or wipe your face and fine grains of sand get in your eyes and sting and don't come out until you've wasted water rinsing them out.

Brie Hot, bright, unforgiving sunlight burns through my eyelids. My body feels… shattered–and itchy. Incredibly itchy and dry and… I open my eyes just enough to feel the grit of sand before I close them again, my stomach rolling and twisting. I cough once–a painful experience that has me moving quickly from lying flat on my belly to my knees where I choke and gag, spilling an exceedingly large amount of water from my lungs. My throat burns like fire. My teeth ache. My lips burn from several splits now packed with… sand.

So, I stayed. Hour four was the hardest. The urge to blink became a form of torture. My eyes felt like they were filled with hot sand. I learned to "micro-blink"—closing one eye while keeping the other fixed on the glass, then switching. It was a rhythmic, exhausting dance. Every time I slipped, even for a second, I would see its fingers curl over the edge of the medicine cabinet, or see its torso lean out of the frame like a man stepping through a window.

It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I scream! I haven’t fallen asleep, or hell even wore them longer that six hours since I got them. I get it out and my eye starts to water to as if the contact itself prevented it from the whole time. I get the drops dropping five drops slowly into my eye, trying not to blink after each drop. Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect.