Glasses For Reading And Computer Use Novels & Stories

My eyes adjusting to the darkness, chatters of some student still roaming nearby sounding around us. “Yes, Zayne. I can see.” His thick dark brows furrowed a little. “Then why do you use them?” I bit my bottom lip, contemplating on what to say. I went for the truth anyways. “I used to have eyes problems when I was little, and my mum got me recommended glasses. It started when I was eight. And we were actually able to correct them when I was fifteen. But somehow, I got used to using them. It’s…kind of my identity.” I explained.

The Reaper posture returned. "I do not have an appointment. My calendar is clear." "The optometrist, Cale. 11:00 AM. You’ve been squinting at the crossword puzzle for weeks." "I do not squint. I narrow my eyes to reduce glare. The paper is too reflective." "You hold the paper at arm's length. Your arms aren't long enough anymore. You look like a T-Rex trying to read a map." "My vision is 20/20. I am a spotter. I can see a threat from three hundred yards."

“Sure.” "Ow! What's this?!" Clara reacted as expected, squinting her eyes in frustration. "How strong are these prescription glasses?" she asked. "It's actually 1.75," Rosie replied then laughed afterwards. “Ah figures.” Clara was about to give the glasses back when she noticed Leon glancing at them. "Leon, can you come closer for a sec?" Clara requested. She immediately had an idea in her mind. "Nope," he replied, anticipating Clara's intentions.

to me. I still felt uneasy that night, so I decided to drive home. After I parked the car in the underground garage, I heaved a sigh of relief. Surely Lyra wouldn't be able to drive my car away now. That night, before I went to bed, I received a call from the hospital. "Miss Willow, your eye exam results are in." My eyes had been hurting and blurry for the past few days, so I went for a checkup. The doctor said, "Your corneas are severely detached, and your retinas are also damaged. You need to have your corneas removed."

Like Blake. I stick the hottest finger into my mouth, trying to cool it down. I check on it after about thirty seconds. Yep. Still red. It still stings. I'm thinking it's actually burned, mildly burned but still stinging. I look carefully over the rim of my glasses. I'm near sighted, which means that I can't see further than about 18 inches to 2 feet away from me. So I look like an idiot anytime I'm trying to get a look at something further without contacts or glasses on.

he asks as he looks at them with mild annoyance. “If I want to see properly.” I actually love my glasses, and these are new. I haven't had a new pair of glasses in years. I don’t need them all the time, but oddly they give me this level of protection. I know it’s not real, but I sense it, and when I take them off I feel bare. “You’ve got contacts, though, right?” “I have some.”

“Oh sweet Jesus, I’ve embarrassed myself haven’t I?” “No. You haven’t. Emma you really haven’t,” he reassures me as he squeezes my hand. I look down and notice he has lovely hands - large and comforting, and very smooth skinned. “Well I think you should lose the glasses permanently and go for contact lenses.” “Really?” He shouted his hands under his thighs defensively. “I don’t know. I’ve always worn glasses, I feel comfortable in them.” “Comfort doesn’t have anything to do with it. If it makes you feel better you can wear your glasses at home.”

Reed was in the same position I had left him, except half sitting on the bed when I walked out, seeing me he stood up, pillow in front of him again, "I think we need to take you to the doctors again," "Shut up, just imagine me three centimetres shorter, twenty kilograms lighter and well longer hair," "What?" I groaned, "Come closer," Reed paused raising an eyebrow, "You're not going to slap me are you," "No," I rolled my eyes, which was so much easier to do without contacts. I just put them on early in the morning and then take them out before I go to bed, I wasn't that bad that I needed glasses twenty-four seven. I was fine in the house it was when I needed to go outside and read stuff and

She was watching a fashion show video on YouTube, now she's staring at me. "Come check this out." "What is it now?" she grumbles as she makes her way over to me. I turn the screen of my laptop to her, "Did I read this right? I'm not seeing things, am I?" I ask her. She leans forward and peers at the screen intently. "I can't see this clearly, it's too bright." I take off my anti-blue glasses and put it on her eyes. "Read!" "Alright ma'am, what's so fascinating?" She begins to read and her expression changes. She turns big eyes to me.

’ Taking a deep breath, she started, “Well you see, the thing is… I actually don’t really need a glass…” “Explain it quickly missy, we took you for an eye exam at the beginning of your freshman year and the doctor specifically said you needed corrective lens to help you see properly, both your short and far sightedness have been affected overtime from straining your eyes on the computer screen. So, what in god’s name is going on?” Laura recalled as they waited impatiently for an explanation. “Haha, it’s a funny story actually, someday we’ll all look back at this and laugh….”