Intentional Blurred Vision Novels & Stories

He had told me it was impossible for anyone to take control of me, my will being that strong and indomitable, and I had believed him, like an idiot. In my defence, I was very tired. I hadn’t had a proper sleep in quite some time, meals had been patchy and a bath was long overdue. If that sounds like a bunch of excuses, guilty as charged. The first thing that signalled that perhaps things weren’t going to pan out the way I had foreseen was the blurring of my vision. It was like looking through a steamed up shower cubicle. As my vision faded, I kept expecting the sharp pain of steel sliding in between my ribs, but there was no attack. The glass fogged up completely and then turned black.

"Let’s see what’s going on. Chin here. Forehead against the strap." Cale complied. He gripped the armrests. "Better one? Or two?" Dr. Chen clicked the lenses. Click. Click. "One," Cale said. "Three? Or four?" "Three." "Five? Or six?" Cale hesitated. He squinted. "Indistinguishable," Cale admitted. "The blur is consistent. The letters are... vibrating." Dr. Chen pulled the machine back. He turned the lights up. "Well, Cale," Dr. Chen said cheerfully. "It’s official. You have presbyopia."

He sent me a location almost immediately. I grabbed my bag and headed out. However, the moment I arrived, something felt off. After a few sips of coffee, my vision started to blur. By the time I came back to my senses, I was lying on an operating table. Voices floated around me. "I only want her to be temporarily blind. You're sure her vision will recover afterward?" "Don't worry. This technique is very mature. It'll only take an hour." My body felt weak, my vision hazy.

He looked at me with the particular scepticism of someone who has been promised things before. “I’m going to teach you how to disappear,” I said. He frowned. “What, like a magic trick?” “Like biology.” I pointed to my eyes. “Every human being has a blind spot. Where the optic nerve meets the retina the brain just fills in the blanks and you never notice what’s missing. In hockey, that spot gets bigger. The cage, the padding, the helmet they create pockets of nothing. If you stay in that gap, you don’t exist to the defender.”

It was as if it had nothing to do with her, nor did she want to know the consequences. Jepherson turned around. "What are you doing?" He wasn't questioning but negotiating. Jepherson knew Raeleigh's temper very well. That look meant she was resolute. Therefore, he could only lower himself. Raeleigh said, "I am pregnant, and both of those examinations would harm the child. I can't do that; glasses would make do for now." The doctor said, "You'll notice if you have astigmatism gradually, like when you feel uncomfortable looking at TV or phone screen. But in Miss Anson's case, we suspect the suddenly blurry vision is caused by a brain tumor or some nerve disorder."

My vision turned blurry, and my eyelids were forced close against my will. They shot another pin at me which made me weak. I wasn't able to handle the toxicity of the pin. My eyes closed and everything turned blank.

My jaw felt locked, vibrating with the uncontrollable tremors spreading through my limbs. My vision, already compromised by the darkness, began to blur. It wasn't the water affecting my sight; it was my failing consciousness. I fought the heavy exhaustion, the sudden, overwhelming desire to simply rest. Then, through the blurring blackness, I saw it... a shift. The dots of light seemed to halt their relentless forward march. Were they slowing? My imagination, perhaps, playing cruel tricks on a failing mind. Then, shafts of brilliant, artificial light stabbed down toward the water, cutting through the dark like alien swords.

With my blurred vision, I saw him walking toward me. "Stop, don't come near me," I said as he was about to come close to me. I made him stop a foot away from me, not wanting to get near to him anymore. "What happened? Why are you saying that?" he asked in his same concerned and worried voice. The old me would have believed the concerned bad worry lace in his voice was genuine but now I know nothing is true about his behaviour. He has been acting with me from the very start. "Because now everything is clear," I said in my stern voice as I looked straight into his eyes with my blurry vision. My heart ached as I said those words. More warm tears slipped from my eyes. His light brown eyes fogged

My vision blurred. Then everything went black.