Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Dan I stifle the cough that threatens to burst out of me by pressing my mouth against my arm and tilting my face away from the worst of the smoke. One thing is certain: This fire is going far out of control. My eyes are burning from the smoke, and the fumes are irritating my throat and impairing my vision. Fun, Jade had mentioned. Enjoyable. I understood why I should have been anxious. I'm going to burn myself out of this tree with his concept of fun.

' Hot tears blurred my vision as I wrote, dropping onto the paper as they created large wet spots, but I wiped my eyes and continued to write. 'Their burning flesh filled my nostrils, and I watched myself scream in pain and anguish before falling down from the excess inhalation of smoke and hopelessness. I tried to pry my eyes open and wake up, but I was only able to do so when I saw two men enter the room. They saved me.'

Bella's POV The air was thick, every breath a fight. My chest constricted as I attempted to draw in air, but the stinging, pungent taste of smoke assaulted my senses, burning my eyes and throat. Panic overwhelmed me as I forced my eyes open, only to be met by heavy, choking clouds of smoke dancing in the dim illumination. FIRE!

I shush her to quiet but she refused to calm down. I had no choice but to swirl her around, with my arms encircling her body and then, my palms flew to her mouth. I felt some cold chilled air rushing inside the place we were. Before I could blink my eyes, a thick mist of smoke gathered right in my sight. I watched as a tiny mist escaped from the smoke and gets inside my eyes. It was peppery, at that instant I had to rub lightly against my eyes with my elbows. I felt some kicks against my scrotum. A soft yelp escalated my lips, and as I bring myself to defend against further attack, soft hands grabbed my hands and flipped me forward.

Jeremy’s dark and cold expression changed. Clearly, he was convinced by what Joy said. “You’re really smart, Bae. I’m too impatient. I’ll do whatever you say. I’ll execute the plan when you say it’s time.” Then, they started shamelessly dirty talking. I hurriedly turned off the security footage, cradled my chest, leaned over the toilet bowl, and gagged. My eyes burned with such rage that they became bloodshot. I turned on the water tap and dunked my head into the water-filled basin. The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up.

*Isabella* October, 1885 Acrid smoke singes my nostrils. My lids heavy, I blink, trying to open my eyes. Even as slits, they burn from the gray cloud all around me. Faint sizzling crackles in my ears. The fire is close, so near I can feel the lick of flames devouring the ends of my fur. The breeze carries shouts, screams, and howls of both the terrorized and the taunting variety. I struggle not only to regain my vision, but to remember what happened before the incessant pain that radiates up my left side sent me careening into darkness.

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

It wanted to enter my body. I fought against it, clenching my jaw and refusing to let it in. The smoke curled around me, its charred breath swirling tighter and harder. It pressed against my wrists, trying to force its way through my skin. Just as I felt my resolve start to waver, a pair of red eyes, pulsing like molten lava, opened in front of me. A piercing shriek followed, vibrating through my very marrow. “Bismillahir-Rahmanir-Rahim,” I whispered, snapping my eyes open.

I was thrown violently against the wall; smoke enveloped my eyes, clouding my vision, turning the sharp edges of my wrath into a blurred haze. Was it Harrington? Did he just set off a trap while mocking me on the phone? Gunfire erupted in rapid succession, an explosion that transformed our once-contained space into a war zone. Shouts, screams, and the echo of artillery was heard in every corner. Smoke billowed, stinging my eyes and clouding my vision. My ear rang with the rattling of gunfire bouncing of walls. I fought through the haze, struggling with the concussion pounding in my head. Through the swirling smoke, I managed to open my eyes. I couldn’t see much of him, debris and smoke obscu

It was at this time the golden eyed demon blew out red smoke out from his mouth. The smoke traveled towards the edge of the still lit hexagram but was obstructed, as though there was an unseen veil preventing it from moving out. This however seemed to agitate the red smoke even more. The eyes of the golden eyed man began to glow as the red smoke began to pound hard against the ‘veil’ more furiously, over and over. The flames in turn flared up even more fighting back hard to prevent the red smoke from moving out.