Sand In My Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Saying so Sandra smirks and heads towards Queen’s chamber. The queen closes her eyes and tries her best to escape. Sandra has entered into the chamber and goes towards the cradle and took the baby in her arms. She looks at the baby’s eyes and then says “What aren’t your eyes glowing? What is your secret? Tell me. Show me your power. “ The baby looked at Sandra and remained calmed without any movement. Sandra tried shaking the baby but still no moment. Irritated, Sandra and her army come out of the kingdom. Sandra closes her eyes and chants something. Within seconds the kingdom catches fires and is burned into ashes.

It could be just a figment of my ima- My thoughts were interrupted when a wave of wind blew and that caused some bits of sand to penetrate into my eyes so I stood still so I could clean them out of my eyes. I was able to get some of them out even though it hurt while removing them. I blinked several times and when I saw that I was able to open my eyes clearly I wasn’t expecting what I opened my eyes to. It was dark… and not the evening dark but midnight dark which I consider strange. “How is that even possible?” I asked aloud and threw my hands up in the air in frustration. First I found myself in the middle of a desert-like place with the sun trying to dry up everything liquid in me then a

A single search appeared before him, and it showed the words, 'Bionic eyes'. Ben searched for the book and found it in a place where people didn't often take books from, the shelf and the books in it were very old. Ben found the book that he looked for, it was a book with very few pages. The title of the book was 'Eyes of gold' and the author's name was Franklin Gold, Ben thought it was a children's storybook after seeing the title of the book as it was written very childishly.

Shaking the sand from my curly locks and dusting off my clothing. I leaned over to cough up, while reaching inside of my dirty, torn shirt and grabbed the inside of my bra to wipe the sand off my eyes. It was maybe the cleanest part of my whole shabby wardrobe that I could trust to put to my face. I blinked a few times, gazing at the grass underneath me. Looking around, I was really hoping to find a pond or river near by. I desperately needed to get cleaned. I can still feel sand in my eyes when I blinked.

Did the holy books forget that we are people, made of emotions just as we are made of blood and flesh? When I opened my eyes, they were hazy with tears. A couple drops rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily, almost getting soap water into my eyes. “Stupid girl!” I scolded myself, sniffling. “Why are you crying? Crying means giving up, remember? And I’m not giving up! So what if I got send to the middle of nowhere? It’s only one year. It’ll pass by in no time at all.”

Noah's eyes were bright with tears of joy as he kissed my forehead. “Why is there sand in here?” I asked, shaking the bottle gently. The grains of sand made a peaceful sound against the glass. The sharks swam near our feet. “It's from our castle. The foundation was all that was left,” he explained. He locked eyes with me. “That's where I'd like to start with you again.” I smiled, losing myself to the warmth and love in his eyes. I nodded, not trusting my voice. Instead I kissed him, pulling him into me with love and desire. I let my kiss tell him that was what I wanted too. His kiss told me he understood.

Yet, in this surrender, I find a peculiar peace, a sliver of space where fear and hope intertwine, where the fight to live meets the acceptance of whatever may come. The sand whispers its final caress against my lips, a gentle, chilling touch that signals the end of my resistance. I close my eyes, sealing out the last slivers of light, the world around me now completely shrouded in darkness. My lungs burn with the desire for air, a painful reminder of the life I'm struggling to hold onto. Yet, as the sand envelops me, closing over my head in a silent, suffocating embrace, I push past the fear, focusing instead on the spark of hope Hadley has ignited within me.

I felt the ground beneath me, the rough texture of sand pressing against my skin, and a faint warmth seeping through, chasing away the last traces of cold. The hands gently lowered me, easing me down onto the sand, and I felt myself relax, sinking deeper into the comfort of it. I never knew I'd be so happy to feel the same on my skin. My breaths came easier now, each one filling my lungs with warmth, with life. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, blinking against the light filtering through the trees. My vision was blurry, the world around me hazy, but as my eyes adjusted, I saw a face above me. A round face with high cheek bones and soft and kind eyes.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

I help her lift it up, and that is when we see the book that is just sitting there in the sand. I hear Nova's breathing seize. “What's that?” She asks, her voice barely above a whisper. I look around one more time, making sure that we aren't being watched, as I pull the book out of the sand, dusting off the cover. There isn't a name. As I open the book and flip through the pages, they are slightly damp, with almost all the pages empty. I get to the middle, and that is when I see the first drop of ink in the book. The handwriting is more or less scribbling, but I can clearly read everything.