Intentional Blurred Vision Novels & Stories

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.

“Yeah, like there’s someone else in the shot, like Melissa’s been superimposed onto another woman, it’s only for a couple of frames but it’s totally inexplicable. Never seen anything like it before.” For a moment Jimmy thought of the lost and confused woman in the courtyard, but that brought back more memories of Jennie, so he banished her from his mind. Jimmy sighed. “So we can’t use anything you shot today?” “Doesn’t look like it.” “There’s a way around this.” Jimmy’s brain was whirring. He could fix this. “That weird effect looks pretty spooky. We drop little jump cuts of the stuff you shot today, between frames, when we want to get all atmospheric and it’ll help us build to the big clima

I scream and push him away. My head is bursting with pain and I rub my forehead, wanting the pain and the images to fade away. The images..... A boy__a boy with me, in the blunt images, laughing and smiling, my father talking and chatting with him, we eating dinner together, Emilia raising eyebrows at him..... And my fingers brushing his lips..... And suddenly I see his face, smiling.... I realize I'm not floating anymore. Then, everything goes black. I collapse.

His vision was blurry before finally becoming completely dark. ***

Slowly my eyesight became blurry because of the teardrops that gathered there. "Did I choose wrongly?"

Though I have an option, I'd rather live miserably than snatch an innocent child's right of having a complete family. I don’t know how many shots I had taken when I felt my vision rotate again. I felt dizzy and my eyesight became blurry. I could hear Zoren's voice but I couldn't understand what he was saying. In my ears, it's just like muffled noises. I shook my head, hoping that it would stop my world from spinning. A few seconds later, my vision became clear again but I still had a headache. "Fuck," I muttered.

Next morning Luke My head hurt, it felt like the ceiling was spinning and I saw everything in a blurred way, not being sure where I was. I sighed and ran my hand over my head as I lifted my torso, then I felt the silky fur on my face and when I opened my eyes I saw the huge irises of my little dog staring at me, checking to see if she was alive. I was startled and sighed. I must have been used to it by now, as she always did this, but it was difficult to be indifferent.

"It's the effects of the surgery. However, you don't need to worry. With time, her vision will get better. Most people have their blurry visions cleared the next day after surgery, but some people differ, and it may take days, or weeks. "We just have to wait and see how fast she recovers. However, I will have to prescribe some pain relief pills for her; Incase she experiences some kind of pain or ache in her eye." Gerry explained to Tristan, while I began to rise on the bed. I suddenly felt the urge to jump. For years, I had never jumped, and that was because blind people seldom jumped. Even if they landed on solid ground, they could fall to the floor because they had been so unsure of what

I stood on the side of the road trying to stop an incoming car which looked like an Uber. Or was it my drunk eyes seeing things? The car sped past me, the wind it carried blew dust in my eyes. My vision blurred and I struggled to clean the particles out of my eyes. The last will of strength which clouded my drunk mind had left me. I missed, my steps faltering as I swayed on my feet. I struggled to keep my balance, but everywhere swirled around and I stumbled to the center of the road. The light from an incoming car blinded me partially, I could not make out the figures.

The blurred conversations around me mixed with the pounding in my head. I blinked, trying to focus on the bar counter, but my vision wavered. Everything felt far away, like I was floating. The glass slipped from my fingers, clinking softly against the wood. A voice—his voice—cut through the haze again. "You look like you're about to fall off that stool if you aren't careful." I tilted my head, squinting at him. His face was still there, inches away, but it was blurry, like looking at a reflection in rippling water. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, but the details slipped through my mind, too muddled to hold onto.