Sand In My Eyes Book Novels & Stories

The game was designed to break you, to find whatever trauma you'd buried and drag it kicking and screaming into the light. The bus finally stopped. Through the window, I could see a desert. Endless sand stretching in every direction, glowing faintly under a sky that had no sun. The sand itself seemed to move, shifting and reforming into patterns that looked almost like faces. "Welcome to the Sandbox," the driver's distorted voice said. "Population: you. Try not to lose yourself." The doors opened, and heat hit us like a physical force. It wasn't just warm—it was burning, suffocating, like the air itself was trying to cook us alive.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

Please open your eye sandra,l lost you before and l can't afford to lose you again,he voice breaks as tears gathered in his eye ready to fall out Jasmine stood beside the bed, tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed silently yet atvthe same time smiled like she had won the game Sandra peep hér left eye at her as Ryan wasn't looking,she sight her smiling with her lips one sided, She heard Ryan’s panic, When l needed someone to hold me like this,you didn't show up instead choose her,sandra said in her mind, Jasmine today is your end she said under her breath One more second. She counted it in her head. Let Jasmine’s relief build. Let the officers think it was over. Just then she sneeze soft

Sean “Ready, little girl?” Tossing the two beaded braids below her ear over her shoulder, Sandy flashes me a heart-stopping grin and tucks her backpack of clothes in a sheltered niche above the water level at high tide. Naked and flinching at both the cold air and the sharp stones on the shallow cave’s floor, she grabs the two waterproof equipment packs and heads for the cold, northern Pacific water. “Last one in’s a smelly wolf.” “You’ll regret that.” Hobbling to the same niche where my mate left her clothes, I stuff my pack in beside hers. “Hold up, Sandy. My phone’s ringing.”

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

I told him seriously as my eyes got extremely blurry and they burned. I brought my hand up to rub my eyes to try to rid of whatever was burning my eyes. I heard a gasp escape Santo's lips, I quickly looked over at him, my vision still slightly blurry. I think it’s just the saltwater irritating my eyes. I was out in the ocean...just floating there, too shameful to want to climb back on my boat. “What?” I asked him, bringing my hands up to my eyes again, and once more I tried to rid of whatever was causing my eyes to burn.

As I scanned through the books on the shelves, my eyes landed on a book standing tall on the shelf, on it was boldly written 'MEMORIES. My feet hurried towards the book, in my hurry, I didn't see the water that was spilled on the ground, so I slipped and fell. Darkness surrounded my vision. *~* When I opened my eyes, I was on a beach, I struggled to my feet, and my legs sank into the white sand as I walked, the entire sand was purely white. In panic, I stared around with different thoughts running through my head. Was I dead? Did I teleport? At the far end of the beach, a light glowed fiercely. Slowly, it began coming closer. As it drew nearer, I discovered the light had the shape of a woman

Somewhere in it, the man with the bloodshot eyes was breathing air that should have been taken from him the night he took mine. I looked at the city and I made a silent promise to Sandra Raymond — to the girl in the white dress who had refused to stop fighting even when she had nothing left to fight with. I'm not done, I told her. We are not done. I closed Vivian Salvatore eyes and rested, because I was going to need my strength. Everything was about to begin.

Tears well up in her eyes like a balloon on the verge of bursting. The memory of my harsh words cuts deep. And a pang of guilt slices through my chest, leaving a trail of regret. As Jamie escorts Doctor Lee out, I rise and approach the bed. My sound of footsteps thudding on the floor cuts through the silence. Sandy senses my presence and turns away, her shoulders trembling as tears spill from her eyes. She refuses to meet my apologetic gaze. My heart swells with empathy. And maybe a little bit of frustration as well. Can't she see I'm struggling too? The dream still lingers in my head. Its eerie similarities to reality are far too unsettling. To be honest, I’m still a bit skeptical about the

I began, "you seem so happy today. Where did you go last night?" As I took another sip of tea, I couldn't help but notice the sparkle in Sandra's eyes, a glimmer of excitement that spoke volumes. "Oh, you won't believe the adventure we had last night!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with animated energy. Her eyes danced with enthusiasm as she began recounting the thrilling tale.