Sand In My Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Sandra My head was pounding, I didn't want to open my eyes. If I let any light in it only hurt. I hear ringing in my ears, I'm pretty sure I am bleeding from my nose and forehead. I can't breathe through my nose very well and there was something shoved in my mouth. It was dry, like a t-shirt or a rag. It makes me want to gag. I try not to realizing I might choke. There is noise around me but it's hard to hear over the ringing. I feel like I am moving, but I can't move my feet and my hands are behind my back. I was instantly filled with fear. Someone tied me up while I was out. Why say someone Sand, It's him I started shaking. "You awake my beautiful Sandy?" I heard his voice and froze. I

She had not thought far enough to know what she would do with the boy once she had him in her custody. The innocence in Sean’s eyes reminded her greatly of her own children. Looking into Sean’s eyes, Luyando remembered all those days and nights her children had cried for her attention, when she could not see them except for her desires to win over the heart of a man that never thought of her as a woman but only as a sister.

I groaned, still rubbing her arms on my cheeks and face. “It’s uncle Cairo’s hand.” Upon hearing that I immediately stopped rubbing my face and forced my eyes open to look if it is really him. “Shit!” I screamed when the sands entered my eyes, I then realized that I was in front of the kids so I added, “of paper!” Oh gosh it stings.I need fresh water to rinse these damn sands. “It hurts!” I can feel my tears coming out from my eyes even though I can’t open it wide. “Fuck,” I heard Cairo muttered and then I felt myself elevate from the ground.

he ѕаіd then drіftеd off, hіѕ еуеѕ dropping down tо thе ѕаnd, mine followed tоо, and I gаѕреd whеn my еуеѕ flісkеd оvеr thе words thаt wеrе written thеrе іn frоnt оf me. A tеаr rоllеd down my cheek, and I drорреd dоwn to my knееѕ as Jоеl shuffled fоrwаrd, ԛuісklу grаbbіng bоth hаndѕ.

And from those eyes I found a light of love that was so beautiful. "Let's eat first, honey. Afterward, then we'll see the bunker." "What's a bunker? I've never seen one in my life." "Later you will find out for yourself." Jack started his first mouthful of me. "Jack, people see," I whispered. "Let it go. They must also have felt loved and loved by their chosen one." "You are very romantic." "And hot, for sure." Jack chuckled. I pinched his arm spoiled. After eating, we walked to the bunker that Jack had meant. I was flabbergasted with amazement and sadness.

You’d understand her words better if you did. To help you, I’ve included something in this envelope. It’s gold sand from a sandman I met while setting things up for Ares. Sprinkle it over your eyes tonight and watch your mother’s life play out. I promise when you wake up, you’ll understand her much better. You’ll have a better understanding of her and even of yourself.

I was not your usual sixteen-year-old. I am Nigerian Canadian, my both parents are Nigerian, I have been here all her life so I’m Canadian. Grabbed my glasses; they are my eyes, because I cannot see without them. I got into a boring tee-shirt that said VISION and a pair of skinny jeans, I put her frizzy afro curls in a messy bun and so much booby pins to actually make it look really good. Bag, sneakers, books, car keys, out of the house, I said in my head as I grabbed each thing. My books were almost to my chin as I walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bite of toast from my brother; TB’s plate.

"What if I told you you couldn't see her any more, because she has the wrong color eyes, or isn't tall enough, or has the wrong last name, or any other reason she can't control? What would be the big deal? Just pick someone else. Someone less embarrassing." "Anna isn't embarrassing!" "I know that. And neither is Sandy. Understood?" He nodded. "Can I count on you to behave better next time?" "Yeah, okay." I'm not sure I believed him, but I'd take the small win for now. *** "Mmm, wow. I could get real used to this." Sandy ran her hand over her face as she reclined on the bed. I turned my head left, then right, kissing her soft inner thighs, savoring the taste of her still in my mouth.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

My skin kept itching with every grain of sand that cut through my fabric. I locked my arms across my breasts, pinning the scarf down to it and kept moving. About three miles behind me, Jules' men lay to waste on the sand. They’d tried to get to me, or something from me. And they succeeded in getting something out of me. Yet, they failed in delivering it to Jules wherever he was. I stopped for a while and checked my pockets again. My left eye sat in my left pocket, still bleeding but well clothed. I was left with one eye. My right, leading me through the storm in the desert.