Intentional Blurred Vision Novels & Stories

Not a question. "I don't know what—" "Fire escape." She tapped the glass. "Third rung squeaks. I reported it last month. Maintenance hasn't come." She turned. Sunglasses off. Gray eyes. Clear. Focused. *Seeing me.* "I've been blind for three months, Yan. Cornea transplant. Sixteen years of darkness, and now I see everything." She stepped closer. "Including you. Standing there. Pretending." I stood. "Why?" "Why what?"

Connor asked, his voice barely holding steady. “For now, the vision issues have to be addressed immediately,” the doctor said. “The strain on his optic nerves is causing the blurred and double vision you described.” He turned to me. “So, Ethan, you’re going to need glasses. Permanently for now. They’ll relieve some of the pressure the brain is compensating for.” I nodded slowly. Glasses. Fine. I could deal with that. “But that doesn’t solve the underlying issue,” my mom said, her voice trembling.

It felt similar to the way the tide seemed to pull at me when Tyler and I stood on the shore, allowing the waves to ebb and flow over our feet, only about a million times more powerful. Suddenly, I found myself in what appeared to be Ryder's bedroom, but the vision was blurry this time, not clear like the others had been. Ryder stood at my side, his image the only thing that was clear and crisp as his hand clutched mine while his chest heaved slightly. Clearly the slip had taken a physical toll on him too. "Why's it so blurry?" he asked, looking around the room with confusion. It was kind of like everything was covered by a veil of some sort, or there was a weird layer of frosted glass that

Grey couldn't stop his racing heartbeat. Then, as Keyara felt her hair was perfectly tied, she turned around while holding the two ice creams. She was about to give one to Grey but was surprised. Because Grey reached out his hand toward Keyara's glasses. He took off the transparent-framed glasses and folded them in his hand. Keyara felt her entire vision blur. Her eyes were indeed -4 diopters, and that was enough to turn her surroundings into blurry lines and boxes, with fog obscuring the clarity of every object, including Grey's face.

With that feeling, I felt as Max was really there by my side, hugging me as light as a feather and listening to each word of mine that I was sharing with him. Suddenly I felt my head spinning around and my arms getting trembled as well..... I just strove to wipe it out shaking my head a bit. But it didn't seem to help me at all... The vision got blurred when the time passed by. I tried to stop it by my fingers pressing both my temples tight. "Ughh... What's this? What's happening to me?" But it was unbearable and unstoppable which made me weaker a little by little. Oh gosh! My pills. Where is it?

I felt the sensation of wind being blown into my eyes, making my vision go slightly blurry. I blinked a few times to try and get my eyes to focus. I squeezed Dmitri’s hand as my sight cleared. Everything looked like it belonged in one of those cheesy dream sequences you see in soap dramas. Everything was a little too bright, and a bit hazy, like a fog had filled the room. Even the people looked the same, but different.

My vision slowly becomes blurry and I pass out. ****** I open my eyes and see myself in Aiden's arms as he sweat profusely. Was his room also hot or is he just scared shitless? His heartbeat is fast and intense. I smile. He really cares. Tash and Raven are beside Aiden, fear written on their faces. It becomes harder to keep my eyes open and my body is numb. I shut my eyes and drift to sleep. ******* "There is a thing that the Vahemir ain't immune to. It was released in the steam", Tash explains and I open my eyes but my visions are blurry I can't see them properly, so I shut my eyes.

Immediately, my vision went blur and I passed out. . . . . . TBC

My vision blurred, and every single tactic I practiced frizzled to nothingness. With a final kick, a blanket of darkness clouded my brain, and I passed out!

“While you’re immersed in the past, your eyes are moving back and forth. It forces your brain to split its attention. You can’t really dedicate all of your focus to recall because you’re also focusing on visual stimulation.” “What does that mean?” “Well, I’m assuming that because your focus was split, the images like you said, were becoming less vivid.” “Yes, yes. That was exactly it. It became blurry.” I was astonished. “Yeah, and there’s a feeling that you’re distancing yourself from it?” I hummed. “That’s exactly what we want. The emotional impact was becoming less strong as it went by, right?” “Oh my god,” I said. I opened my eyes and stared at his kind face. “Thank you. Thank you so muc