Intentional Blurred Vision Novels & Stories

It was blurry because of the tears in my eyes but I squeezed my eyes dry and looked clearly. . . . .......

My reasoning is because I was focusing on finishing off high school, had to deal with graduation and family matters, and most of all I was unmotivated and I have been. Yes, I know it sounds like an excuse but I'd rather write Blinded when I'm motivated rather than write crappy chapters that I don't enjoy writing. So for the month of June, I'm going to take a break from writing, find some sort of motivation, and overall figure out what direction I want Blinded to go. So for right now, it is a goodbye unit next month. Sorry for the delay. -L.N.F

I just need… Blue eyes form behind my eyes, I close mine tightly willing the image to disappear. I open my eyes quickly and flip Bailey over, looking into her dig doe browns. I wildly buck into her, but her face becomes blurry and the image of a blonde with those electric blues comes flooding back skewing my vision.

My throat still burned. A strange sensation started in my vision. The edges of the room began to blur, swirling into indistinct shapes and colors. The voices around me, which had been so clear moments ago, became distant, muffled echoes. It was like I was underwater, or watching the world through a thick pane of distorted glass.

I tried to crack my eyes but found that it was too difficult. “C-Can’t,” I whispered. “Too b-bright.” “Hang on.” I felt his presence beside me shift. A moment passed and the room had grown dimmer. I gave it another try. Slowly, I peered my eyes open; however, my vision wasn’t as clear as it should have been. It was terribly spotty and ridiculously blurry. All I could really make out were shapes. My hindered gaze fixated on a particularly large shape that moved about the room. My brows drew together in utter confusion. Was there someone else in here with us?

It wasn’t. There were two of them, actually, days apart, and between them was a fog I don’t have good words for, pressure and light and a man’s voice telling me to hold still, hold still, you’re doing wonderfully. There was tape over my eyes. There was the smell of the clinic, sharp and clean and frightening. There was Dr. Brooks’s hand on my shoulder, steady the way Alexander’s used to be steady before steady started to mean something else. “Now we wait,” Brooks said. “And we don’t rush it. The vision comes back in stages, if it comes. Color first, sometimes. Then shapes. Don’t panic at the blur. The blur is the point. The blur is your eyes learning to work again.”

My mind was foggy, all I wanted to do was keep myself awake. I looked up at the blurry figure. I blinked several times to have a clear vision of him. Finally, I worked and I had a clear view of him. I would never forget that wicked, smirking face. But as my eyes blinked, my sight turned blurry again. The darkness enclosed me and I felt myself falling.

Tears blurred my vision for the millionth time today. Just take me home.

My vision blurs within a blink. His faint voice ghosts over, “I'm sorry I'm doing this but I can't lose another child” No…