Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Imogen’s POV Fire? How is there a fire? Thick palls of smoke clouded my vision, I could barely see anything that was in front of me or behind me. Just smoke and more smoke, accompanied by distant sound of screaming. I used my hands to cover my nose, not that it was any helpful. The smoke aggressively filtered into my lungs; my body shook as I coughed. I could barely breathe now, or even see, as the smoke had begun to burn my eyes. But I know if I continue on this path, it would lead me to the entrance door.

He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. Her scent, like lavender, wafted through the air, while her favorite book lay on the bedside table. The bed was made neat, but items remained that belonged to her. Clyde's eyes roamed over them all as frustration made him run a hand through his hair. "What were you hiding, Violet?" he muttered under his breath. As he moved towards the desk, something caught his eye. A piece of paper peeked out from underneath a journal. Clyde picked it up; his brow furrowed as he read the words out loud.

His lips twitched up in a sinister smirk when our eyes locked. He reached for another glass of dark rum and gulped it down. His neck was red and his breath was hot. His eyes narrowed down to my ass, and he licked his lips before dropping the empty glass back on the table. I turned my head and my eyes locked with the burning eyes of Sylvia. She took a drag on the burning cigarette and blew the smoke in my direction. My nose twitched and disgust rose up in me as the dark, choking smoke of the cigarette hit my face.

" I watch as his eyes flutter and my strength returns. I pick him up over my shoulders, over my small oxygen tank, the way that I've been trained and begin to head back towards the office. I’m breathing harder due to the exertion and without my mask, I’m taking more smoke into my lungs. With less oxygen fueling my brain, the edges of my vision grow blurry. The smoke and heat are burning my eyes and my movements are growing weaker. I need to get him out of here. I make it through the doorway back into the office just in time to hear glass break in the garage bay. I think I can hear my name being shouted as I stumble and crash into the counter. I do not even try to yell out because my throat i

Right after those words were spoken, I immediately shut my eyes and held my breath with all my might. BOOM! Toxic gas canisters were hurled by my team into the center of the room. Thick white smoke filled every corner. The atmosphere turned chaotic in an instant. I remained frozen, ensuring that not a single bit of smoke entered my lungs. As soon as I heard the coded signal from my men, I moved swiftly through the veil of smoke, stepping quickly toward the exit to leave that cursed place. "Are you alright, Sir?" one of my men asked once I was safe inside the car. My eyes felt incredibly stung and bloodshot because I had opened them slightly before the smoke had completely cleared.

The heat was intense against my skin, the smoke burning my eyes and throat as I gasped for air. I felt myself slipping away, my eyelids becoming heavier, ready to accept my fate in this fiery prison. As I closed my eyes for the last time, I felt strong arms wrapped around me, lifting my limp body from the ground. Right before, my eyes shut tight, and all the pain and fear I was feeling left my body.

There is only one word that he spoke to me, a word that made me murder. KILL I lost consciousness. My sight grew dark as black smoke covered my eyeballs. And now I am sitting here, blank-faced. There was a girl in front of me. The smoke wrapped around her neck, and I can't help but just watch instead. I watch her suffocate as the smoke was wrapped tighter. She closes her eyes, and she fell on a silent dead. As my smoke eyeballs focus on the girl, my ghost eyes, which are about to get out of my body, turn around to see what was they doing.

ELENA’S POV The smoke was everywhere now, thick and black and choking, filling the hallway like poison gas. I pressed my sleeve over my mouth and nose, trying to breathe through fabric that was already saturated with the acrid chemical smell. Gasoline smoke. It was different from wood smoke—sharper, more toxic, burning my lungs with every breath. The heat was rising fast, radiating through the walls, turning the hallway into an oven. Sweat ran down my face, stinging my eyes.

I only had to get to the cooker and turn it off and open a window. I began to crawl on the floor towards the cooker. My eyes were watery and I could barely see where I was going. Everything around me was hazy and I could feel the oxygen leaving my lungs. I tried to hold my breath so that I didn't inhale the smoke but nothing was working. I continued to crawl towards the cooker. I managed to get there and I propped myself up but my hand touched the hot cooker and was burnt. I screamed in pain and fell to the ground, taking in more smoke into my lungs. I could feel myself blacking out from lack of oxygen.

Maybe this was the balance the world demanded. The fire crackled louder in my ears with ecah second. The flames flickered closer and closer. Heat wrapped around my legs. Pain flared at last… white-hot and merciless, ripping a scream from my throat before I could stop it. Smoke filled my lungs. I gagged, coughing hard, my vision swimming. The tears streamed down my face, though I wasn’t sure if they came from pain or the smoke. Everything blurred in my vision. My thoughts fragmented.