Smoke Gets In Your Eyes Book Novels & Stories

Then, smoke began to pour from the vents, rapidly filling the car. Camila gasped, choking on the sudden fumes. Her eyes burned, her vision blurring as the smoke thickened, making it hard to breathe. Fear was the last sensation she felt before everything went dark.

That’s when the smoke came. The canisters rolled across the road, hissing, expelling a thick white curtain that swallowed everything — the cars, the trees, the road. Visibility dropped to zero. We could no longer see where to shoot. “Shit,” I whispered. “Shit, shit, shit.” “Rapha!” Anya screamed. “They’re coming!” The footsteps. Many footsteps. Advancing through the smoke. I fought. Killed one more. Maybe two. I didn’t know. The smoke burned my eyes, my throat, my lungs. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t think.

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.

This is what I'm used to, us reading in bed together with the lamps on, and the moon shining through the window. I feel myself getting tired, so I put the book down and close my eyes. ------------ The smell of smoke engulfs my nostrils, forcing me awake. I feel Asher's arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I push him off as I sit up, coughing up the smoke filling my lungs. My eyes are stinging as I look around the room. The tree outside the bedroom window appears to be on fire, and somehow the window was left open, so the sparks have lit the curtains on fire.

However, slowly and surely, musty smoke filled the room, making my eyes water and sting, making me cough. It occurred to me belatedly that, judging on the strange voices chanting outside, folks in the sanctuary were pretty busy. It might take them a while to notice smoke trickling under the door. Maybe too long, and by the time they did notice I’d be long since incapacitated or maybe even dead from smoke inhalation. However, I stood within throwing distance of the door, hacking into my elbow, eyes squinting against the acrid smoke, forcing my eyes open, trying desperately to be ready. I had one shot at doing some serious damage before I went down. I didn’t want to blow it.

Nothing was helping at all! I sniffed as I slowly wiped the tears on my face, shocked as an encircling smoke suddenly appeared before me, a force pushing me into it. I felt my head exploding, my skin burning as if I was in a furnace. The scream tore out of my mouth and I flailed through the smoke that surrounded me. The balls of my eyes itched and the tears flowed freely from it. Was this another version of my pain or was fate just trying to teach me a lesson for the decision I had taken earlier?

I leaned my head against the door, blinking through the tears and smoke. I wasn’t going to make it out. My eyes darted around the room, searching for something, anything that could lead me out. I could barely see, the smoke swirling in thick clouds, but I forced myself to move. I crawled on the ground, my hands outstretched, feeling my way through the smoke. My fingers grazed the charred remains of furniture. Everything was burning. The walls, the ceiling. The sound of crackling wood echoed in my ears. I coughed, trying to steady my breath.

I raised my brows while Grace flinched. “Did it act this way the last time?” Grace asked, shifting her chair back a few inches away from the table. “No.” I shrugged. I tried to open it again, and it slammed shut with more black smoke, but harder this time; the table shuddered. The smoke smelled toxic. Grace had had enough of the book’s sorcery. She jumped on her feet. “You know, you go about your business alright? I’ll go make sure the boys are talking and find out what they are talking about.

Maybe… maybe I was alone again. I whispered her name again, softer. Nothing. I glanced toward the door, closed, locked. Same as before. Maybe she had to work early, and she wasn’t allowed to stay. I lay back down, my chest tight and Eyes wide open. Then I smelled it. Smoke. At first, I thought maybe I was imagining it. Maybe my brain was frying from all this shit. But then it got stronger. Acrid. Sharp and Burning. I sat up straight. Then I saw it.

Drowning in a sea of fruity bubbles and warm vanilla, appreciating the comfort it was bringing me. As I let my body soak, I peered through the thick fog that encased my bathroom, gaze settling on a book that laid nearby. The cover was a dark film of gray smoke, streaks of midnight blue and black dancing through the haze of gray. A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover.