Intentional Blurred Vision Novels & Stories

My vision blurred darkness slowly engulfing me. I had crossed the line, and I don't wanted to go back.

My vision blurred at the edges, but I clenched my teeth, fighting to remain upright, to hold onto the clarity that was rapidly slipping away. Yet, as the world continued its unruly spin, a deeper worry burgeoned within me: something was terribly wrong.

Her eyes were on me as I had always instructed her to look at me while getting intimate. A blurry image flashed up making my vision bugged. A vivid image of two scared eyes with a craving for needs got visibility in front of their eyes. Even my pleasurable moment got ruined just with the vision of it. Pushing Greta away I pulled up my boxer and zipped up my trousers.

My vision blurred again I lost consciousness with only one thought in my head. Revenge.

I just wanted some help, but now I had gone ahead and kicked myself in the arse. And what made it even worse, was the fact that my blurred vision was slowly but surely being obstructed by tiny black dots. I did not need to take a guess to know that it would only be a matter of time before I passed out, before I would no longer be able to do anything to help myself. And I needed to make peace with that.

he said as he got out his tools and came to examine my eyes. "Your eyes seem okay, and you seem to be improving faster," the doctor observed. "Thank you, Doctor," my grey eyes beamed with intensity. "Are you experiencing any difficulties?" the doctor asked. "Ehm, just that my vision gets blurry with the glasses on... Yes, like I feel I'm going blind from the glasses," I added. "Oh, sorry about that," the doctor stated. "I think I will prescribe you new glasses to help with that. And please stay off them as often as possible, so it wouldn't damage your already-made progress."

He felt like scratching it, but couldn't to avoid making the injury got worse. Trying so hard not to touch his neck, he groaned and used his hand to caressed his hair backwards and then returned it to the steering as he tried to focus when suddenly, something happened. His sight vision suddenly got blurry in some kind of colour. He could no longer clearly see the road just as every human could see it, but instead, he saw things in red. The road turned red, the other vehicles moving in front of him and beside the other side of the road, he saw them in his red vision. It was as if his eyes were covered with a red lacy material, preventing him from seeing clearly.

I mopped off the sweat that had covered my brows. Today was a different one. I had flashes of things I couldn't understand. Sometimes when I look at the vanity mirror, I see a blurry image, very unclear. I try to refocus, to see the image properly, but I always ended up with a splitting head that makes me feel like ripping off my head.

Every other thing was blurry, like a person with a severe case of myopia. I didn’t have anything except the determination that burned fiercer and fiercer as the minutes passed. I pushed open the door to our room. With this intention in mind. And I saw red.

They know how to spot people that are heartbroken and just give them the best. "Thank y-you," I whispered through the air, hoping that the waiter who attended me heard what I just said. Oh my poor eyesight. I rubbed my eyes a couple of times but it is still blurry. "Why are they too many? They become double," I stopped and raised my brows when it added one more. "They are now t-triple." What the fuck is this? The lights are too bright that it blinded my eyesight. I closed my eyes and slowly stood up. I swayed my hands through the air to know if there is someone beside me. 'There is no one.'