Novel & Cerita Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Book

Elio I sat mesmerised by the flickering flames of the fire, transfixed as the next log began to burn. There is something truly hypnotic about watching a fire. Suddenly, a cloud of smoke caught my attention, followed by a brief glimpse of a pair of piercing emerald eyes. I leaned back in my comfortable leather armchair, absentmindedly rubbing my chin, only to realise that I had nearly forgotten about my future bride-to-be.

They could only see in front of them. The smoke burned my eyes, but I kept going until I found one enemy soldier near me. I pulled him behind a tree and sliced his throat before he could alert his fellow soldiers. I ripped the gas mask off and took a deep breath. Fuck, my body was hurting. It felt like my eyes and skin were burning. All around me were friendly soldiers laying on the ground, and while I wanted to help them, I knew I could help more soldiers if I stopped that fucking wolfsbane smoke. I ignored everyone around me and focused on what I had to do.

SIERRA I tried. I really did. But the flames didn’t listen. They just kept spreading, faster and hotter, eating up everything in their path. The heat was unbearable, licking at my skin like it was hungry for me, too. My chest heaved as I coughed, desperate for air, but all I got was thick, choking smoke. It felt like it was wrapping around my throat, squeezing tighter with every second. My lungs burned, and my eyes watered so bad I could barely see anymore. Everything was just a blur of red and orange and black, swirling together like some kind of nightmare. I wiped at my face, but it didn’t help. The tears kept falling anyway.

Rebecca’s parents, I think, though I have never met them. We stand and watch. Resin pops. Heat rolls over our faces. Smoke threads our throats. Sparks lift and vanish into the dark. No one speaks. Somewhere behind me a child sobs once and is folded into a shirt. My eyes burn for a reason that is not only the smoke.

Rain The world was on fire before I had opened my eyes. I could feel smoke tearing my throat, bitter and lively, and my lungs were full of metal and ash. There was some screaming somewhere nearby. Farther on there was howling, too deep, too wrong, to be human.

WARNING-the content of this book is VERY graphic and VERY dark. Do NOT read if you cannot stomach graphic violence or explicit intimacy. HYACINTH (AGE 15) "Daddy!" I sputtered and coughed in the upstairs hallway, lungs already dangerously full of smoke. The fire crackled all around us-my childhood home going up in flames.

I kept the book in the drawer and locked it before I got into bed, it didn’t too long before I had fallen asleep but boy, I was not ready for what I would meet when I got up. The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the fact that I could not breathe, I couched in a bid to let out air and hopefully accept some but it was futile, it was then I opened my eyes and they widened. “What the—” I began as I jumped out of them and glanced at the room, There was smoke, everywhere. The only reason I probably could no longer smell or detect it properly was that we stop sensing a particular smell when we are enclosed with it for too long but I had no clue how long this had been there, must be long tho

I ended up falling asleep in the library but was awoken by the smell of burning papers. Burning papers! My eyes opened immediately and I realized that I had been engulfed in flames. “What the hell?” I cursed coughing from the smoke as I tried my best to evade the fire and run out but the smoke getting into my eyes made them red more than usual and tears poured from them. “Can anyone help? Anyone?” I yelled as I struggled to get to the door and just in time, my legs happened to get stuck in between one of the chairs. Oh no, no, no! This Is definitely not good at all.

Olivera's finger throbbed with pain as she stared at the small drop of blood on the page. The circle, now darkened with her blood, seemed to pulse with a life of its own. She pushed it away from her lap, and shifted to the other side. Her eyes widened in incredulity as white smoke began to rise from the book, curling and twisting in the air. The scent of lavender and rose filled the room, a soothing contrast to the sharp pain in her finger. She watched in awe and trepidation as the smoke began to form shapes, reacting as if it were alive.

I opened the door, and a dense smoke entered my room. I dropped to the floor—I couldn't see anything. I covered my nose with the collar of my shirt, my eyes dried and irritated from the smoke, making it difficult to move. I crawled on the floor, making my way to the exit. The infernal blaze swiftly consumed my house; I couldn't make my way to the exit, the rampaging smoke blocked my vision. I could hear the crackling fire, sputtering and snapping everywhere. The heat was unbearable; it was tormenting, seemed like my skin was already burning.