Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Madeleine's POV Warmth, a strange, suffocating kind of warmth, pressed into me. My head throbbed, a dull, insistent ache behind my eyes. I coughed, a dry, rattling sound, as a bitter taste filled my mouth. Smoke. Thick, acrid smoke clawed at my throat, each breath a struggle. My lungs burned, searing with every intake. I squeezed my eyes shut, then forced them open. Blurry shapes swam before me, vague outlines of splintered wood and flickering orange light.

I drew a deep breath and closed my eyes, savoring all the scents of the forest… Chills licked the back of my neck, and my muscles tensed. I heard someone scream—a woman. I heard a child's cry. Then I saw flames, felt their heat. I breathed in the smoke—choked on it. The searing sensation, the pain, the shrieks, the agony— I opened my eyes, gasping, frantically trying to catch a breath. It took me more than a few seconds to realize there was no fire; I wasn't the one burning...

LILLIE The smell of smoke caused me to sneeze. It has tickled my nostrils for far too long, and I could no longer ignore it. The painful sneeze opened my eyes to the brightly lit fire in front of me. Quickly, I got up, and my back came in contact with something that felt oddly wooden.

I didn’t even know if I will live today or burnt down with this building. My head was pounding as the smoke was going in my nostrils. I covered my nose with my hands coughing badly. I can feel it the smoke was making it hard to breathe. My eyes were red, I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t want to lose my will power, I didn’t want to give up. But I think my time has come… I will be dead here.

"Katrina! Let me out! I need to get something from the pool!" No response. "Please! My necklace – it was my mother's! I need to—" My words cut off in a cough. Smoke was curling under the door, thick and gray with an odd purple tinge. It filled the room with shocking speed, bringing with it that same wild scent, but stronger now, almost suffocating. "Hello?" I called out, coughing harder. "There's smoke in here! Someone needs to—" Another cough racked my body. The smoke was everywhere now, making my eyes water and my throat burn. My senses went into overdrive. Every breath felt like fire, every smell amplified to an unbearable degree.

I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then in a flash, the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground, desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers, new sounds began to harmonize; screams, howls, and cries for help terrorized me.

The chair bounced back and clattered on the floor. The window was cracked, but not broken. And the smoke was filling the room too much now, I was starting to feel weak. Too weak to try again. Oh, Gods. Was I going to die here? The smoke was pouring in. Grabbing my purse and hugging it to my chest, I lowered myself down to the ground, trying to get under the smoke. My eyes were burning, watering. I had to keep squeezing them shut. It hurt too much to keep them open.

But beneath it all, something darker clawed at the edges. A smoke. I didn’t understand it at first, I thought it was just a dream. Then I coughed hard. My eyes flew open, lungs constricting. The air was thick and heavy. It was too warm. The scent was sharp and bitter, curling into my nostrils, biting the back of my throat. My vision blurred as I sat up, coughing again, eyes stinging. Flames danced across the far side of the room. The ceiling groaned above me — louder now, like a warning.

Tears brimmed in my eyes but I blinked them away, refusing to break down until I confirmed it myself. Which I'm sure is a lie. But as I bursted through the foliage and skidded to a stop near the borders, the sight before me unleashed the despair I desperately tried to ignore. Smoke so black and the devastation that burned through me was as deep as the abyss, covered the starless skies. A smell invaded my senses. And I felt myself recoil in horror, 'The smell of burning meat.' My mouth parted, but I couldn't scream and instead took large gulps of gasps of air as I fell to my knees. The smell was becoming more prominent and that's when I finally screamed.

"Sir, all your plans may end in failure. What will you do now?" asked the man with red eyes, staring at the cloud of black smoke in front of him. The formless black smoke remained silent, making no sound, but strangely, the red-eyed man understood something even though the figure said nothing. The man who heard the whisper directly from the black smoke smiled and respectfully agreed to every request the black smoke made of him. Seeing that the man agreed, the black smoke immediately entered the man's body without hesitation. As it entered, the young man felt excruciating pain for quite a long time, and after more than half an hour deep inside his body, there was something muddy in his dantia