Hardy Blurry Novels & Stories

But the dark glasses aren't allowing me to see the perfect shadow. "Turn of the lights," The doctor ordered and removed my glasses. I could see some persons standing around me. But the vision was blurry. "A few days, it will be seen blurry. But don't force your eyes to see. The drops will help you to clear the vision," The doctor notified. I nodded. I could not trust that my blurry vision came back. I don't know I will see the world again or not but for now, this blurry vision is much better than the darkness I was seeing from many years.

A while passes, the car silent as we go home. "Stop it." I sigh, rubbing my temples a little as my skull aches. "It will be far easier to allow me in." Hardin responds calmly. "It's not that easy, I'm not blocking you out on purpose." I frown, irritated that he thinks I'd cause myself such daily headaches to simply stop him from seeing my entire life. "I saw a glimpse." Hardin states. My eyebrows shoot up in surprise, even if I'm confused. "You did? When?"

With my blurred vision, I was incapable of distinguishing anything more than their vague shapes. I slowly hoist my tired body up into a sitting position, leaning my body against the headpost, rubbing my eyes at the same time in an endeavor to clear my cloudy vision. This time my vision was very clear but still a bit dim, so blinking rapidly, I tried to adjust to a bright ray surrounding the room.

I partly opened my eyes to see someone standing over me, their dark frame shading me from the blinding light above. When they saw I had partly opened my eyes, their faces came closer to mine. Though right next to me, their features were blurred and blendend. I tried to focus on something specific, but it seemed as if my vision refused to work. After a useless struggle, i gave up and shut my eyes again.

Still, she asked another question, "What about his appearance? Do you know what he looks like?" "How do I know? That man doesn’t accept any interviews, and his photos are hard to find. Even if there are, they are all blurry." The owner pointed to the photos in the phone as he said, "They're even blurrier than this. Look at your boyfriend's face. I can only clearly see his outline. You should buy a better camera next time. Let me tell you, do you want to try our latest cell phone? Soft light pixels, and it is very high-tech. You can clearly see ants in your photo—” "I’m sorry. I'm blind, so I don't take pictures." Deirdre politely refused.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Her heart skipped a beat at the last photo, the beautiful blond in it wrapped around him in a more-than-friends way. "A couple of years back. Henry's in high school now and has a cute little red-headed girlfriend that makes his life miserable and worth living." Jake laughed and moved to the door, extending the pad and pen back to her. "Come on, let's go take that last picture you need. I'm due at the fire station in an hour and I could use a quick shower before going."

Chapter 57: Blurry Evidence “Open that message,” Alexander muttered under his breath, his hand still gripping my knee tight under the tiny dinner table. His fingers stayed slick from earlier, pressing higher like he couldn’t stop claiming what was his even with everyone sitting right there. I tapped the screen fast, heart hammering loud in my ears. The photo loaded blurry; two figures against the library wall, my skirt hiked, Alexander’s body pressed close behind me. Faces not sharp enough to be sure, but damn close if anyone looked hard. My stomach dropped like a rock.

They all got into the car, they drove for a minute and Jerry stopped the car. Erica's eyes widened in confusion "what now?" He fixed his stare on her "the car isn't driving well." She gasped "then what is the problem?" Joan looked frustrated "Jerry what sort of a car are you driving for goodness sake?" "I am sorry girls..." Jerry said sadly alighted from the cars. Erica hissed folding her arms. "What's the problem Jerry?" Joan yelled when she noticed the frowned look on Jerry's face. "We have a flat tire" Jerry said.

My vision is becoming blurry by the minute and every single building seems to be moving too close to me. I can barely breathe and sweat trickles down my forehead. My throat is as dry as a desert. My chest feels tight. This is not the place to faint. One of the men, the head of the group, or so I assume, moves closer to me. His eyes are bloody red and one eye is twitching on and off like a light bulb. Blake is on the other side struggling to get to me and his anger can clearly be detected.