Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Book Novels & Stories

I gasped for breath, suddenly realizing that by picking me up from the floor, the air had gotten much thicker and heavy with smoke. I coughed hard and turned into the fireman’s hard chest. “I don’t want to die,” I whined out in nothing more than a whisper as I bounced with his steps. I took one last breath and looked into those stunning green eyes as the darkness overtook me.

Emma Grey Was there anything I could do to appease this suffocating air? My throat went dry with how much of the poisonous air I unconsciously inhaled, all reek with grilling black smoke that had begun to obscure my sight. And even my eyes had watered, having it stinging my pupils as I blinked it repetitively. Another cough left my throat as whisked of smoke filling my system, infusing my lungs even more. It was getting even more strenuous to breathe in the air giving the thick smoke surrounding us now.

She was fuming so badly, I could literally see the smoke coming out of her ears. She screamed, pushing down the stacks of books, her eyes yellow. I looked at her calmly waiting for her to do anything out of the ordinary.

Ivonne’s POV The moment the smoke started pouring into the room, I knew I was in serious trouble. Thick, acrid fumes clawed down my throat, making my chest seize. I coughed violently, stumbling back, my hand flying to cover my nose and mouth. But It did nothing. The smoke was already everywhere, swallowing the air, burning my lungs and stinging my eyes until tears streamed down my face. I could barely even see two feet in front of me. The whole world was gray, swirling and suffocating.

~~~~~~Kyra's Dream~~~~ Smoke...gray and thick, so thick I can barely see ahead of me. The world around me is consumed by it, a choking haze. My eyes are itchy and watering, and my throat is sore and scratchy. The smoke claws at my lungs and stings my eyes. My breath is ragged and shallow, the acrid smell of burning wood and charred earth filling my nostrils. My vision is a blur of shifting shadows, and no matter where I turn, the smoke only seems to grow thicker, obscuring everything.

I wondered how Cassien could see where we were going to, cause no matter how much I tried to pry my eyes open to get a glimpse or to see, it burned My eyelids immediately shut close from how bad it stung my eye. I tried to speak, tried to tell him I was fine, but my throat was too raw, my lungs burning with every shallow breath I managed to drag in. The room around us was filled with smoke now, thick gray clouds that rolled across the ceiling and down the walls like living things. I could see the orange glow of flames somewhere beyond the door, could hear the crackling roar of fire eating through wood and fabric and everything in its path.

Who’s grave was that? The break room's harsh fluorescent lighting made her squint after the museum's atmospheric dimness. Shantali pulled out her phone with trembling fingers and opened her notes app, but when she tried to type what she'd seen, the words felt inadequate. How could she capture the weight of those visions, the certainty that had flooded through her as the smoke-cobra's ember eyes held her gaze? *2:47 AM - Egyptian wing - smoke formation near canopic jars. Jasmine scent. Visions: promotion, hospital argument (who?), wedding (?), funeral (when?). Duration: approx 3 seconds. Physical effects: disorientation, residual energy sensation.*

He turned his eyes sideways to look at the rear-view mirror, then the left-wing and the right-wing once again, and noticed that her nose suddenly perked and when he focused his eyes back on the road, he heard faint sniffs and her voice asked, "Do you smoke?" "Occasionally," he immediately answered as he remembered that he was smoking while on his way home, putting his eyes back on the road and his focus on his driving. "But not occasionally enough to make it a habit. Why? Does the cigarette smoke bother you?" he then defended and asked whilst panic slowly crawled up his leg, thinking that he's about to lose his brownie points though he hasn't earned them yet. He inwardly noted not to smoke i

The small flame flickered across the harsh planes of his features. Karl took a long, savoring drag, holding the smoke in his lungs for a beat before blowing a series of thick, noxious rings directly in my face. The fumes made my eyes burn and water instantly. I broke into racking coughs and gasps, waving my hands desperately in front of my stinging eyes. I had never felt so blatantly disrespected before in my life, like I was little more than a nuisance he was trying to shoo away with a few contemptuous puffs of smoke.

The breath was cut out like a tight fist had been wrapped around my throat. Oh god! It was so tight. So suffocating. I wheezed and choked on a cough that burned my lungs. Why was there so much smoke? My eyes burned and teared up as it clogged up my senses. I don't want to die... I'm really going to die here.... A lone tear escaped my eyes as I curled myself into a tight ball, the coldness of the floor slowly seeping into my skin. The door suddenly crashed open, I could only make out a blurry image