Soup That Makes You Blind Novels & Stories

Their eyes met, blue to blue, like the ocean mets the sky. "The people here are evil" Viktor mumbled while chewing the food. "But they make good corn soup. This is delicious". Then he took a sip on the soup, her eyes gleamed in satisfaction. He was right, the soup was delicious. Mira took a sip and felt the sweet and savory taste of the corn exploding on her mouth, the best soup she had ever. Then suddenly while enjoying their meal, Sisi dropped her potato and stiffen. Mira saw her eyes turned to gray, her lips shook. She was breathing heavily. Mira knows what this means: she was seeing something.

"Bring your food and sit there." Amber didn't dare to disobey. After swallowing hard, she poured the soup into the bowl. Inside, she really wanted to cry. “How could I possibly finish this deadly soup?” the woman thought while biting her lip. She was really desperate. *** "I've finished eating, but you haven't. Is the mud soup bad?” Mr. Cold inquired as he folded his arms on the table and leaned forward. With chunks of potato in her mouth, Amber could only wave her hand in front of her pale face.

The nights I cried she would have rubbed soothing circles on my back like she used to when I was younger, fix me some lemon tea while explaining to me that everything happens for a reason but if that was the case why did I take my mother, how could it– “That doesn't even make any sense !” Cas yells drawing me from my thoughts. “How doesn't it make any sense, it has a SEED,” Sydney says “S-E-E-D makes it a fruit not a vegetable so it is not your ‘ famous vegetable soup’ if it has tomatoes in it”. My brother glares at her as if holding back a very nasty reply and instead looks at me and says “as I was saying SISTER” he says glancing back at Sydney very pointedly in which in return she rolls h

the old man answered. “You can come and see what I’m cooking,” he said as he look at Niffa. She was hesitant but she approach the pot and look what was inside. It was a white sticky soup bubbling and popping, she cannot see any ingredients on it. She quickly saw flashes of things in her vision, she saw a bunch of foxes gobbled up by a behemoth, a lady shouting while crying as if she wanted to grab a young boy’s hand while she was trapped between the large fangs of the behemoth, blood drops on the floor, and a dagger full of blood. She gasp as she rub her eyes, the flashes were gone.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

he explained as he placed the soup in the bowls and the other pieces of food on the plates. And honestly, it smelt amazing for someone who was just trying to cook for the first time. The chicken soup had little bits of chicken in it and it also had corn in it, which was one of my favourite ingredients to have in a soup. The mashed potatoes looked lovely, and it really looked delicious. For a blind man, he sure could cook up a mean meal. I smiled brightly and I looked up to see that he had on the same expression that was on my face. He too couldn't believe how well he cooked for someone who was blind.

I kept spraying the room with my perfume and I heard Nurse Evelyn opening the windows up. I sat on my bed and took out my phone. I could see the light of the screen, it was blurred out but it was there. It was there!!! I rub my eyes and lay down staring at the blurred out light bulb in my ceiling, there was a light in my ceiling.I can't believe it. My surgery was still two weeks away but Mom had gone nuts with the restrictions, my eyedrops had doubled and Daa kept buying carrot milk like that will make a blind see again.

That should be enough l to settle his stomach and give him enough strength to get out of my apartment. The broth simmered while I crushed crackers into a small bowl. I could still hear occasional groans from the bathroom. Once o was done, I set the steaming plate of broth and the crackers on the kitchen counter, then returned to the bathroom. Blake was hunched over the sink now, his reflection in the mirror a hollow-eyed stranger. “Clean yourself up. There's medicine soup in the kitchen.” His bloodshot eyes met mine in the mirror. “You made me soup?” “Don't read into it. There are extra toothbrushes in the drawer. Use one.”

It's all my fault, maybe I should have checked the meal better. Yes, I have to distract myself. Nico’s throat was injured. He’ll need something light and warm to help. Soup. I set to work immediately preparing the soup.

I shrieked and screamed as the hurt pepper burned my eyes, blurring my vision. "Water. Someone water. I can't see." I cried, as my eyes burned from the hot sauce, but they all burst out laughing, their laughter cruel and sharp like they were enjoying the show. "I hope you get blind pig." Lydia spat, her voice dripping with disdain. Fear instantly hugged my chest. What if the pepper sauce actually blinded me, and I couldn't see again? No, never. "Please, Alpha, have mercy on me and just help me with a bowl of water; I don't want to get blind." I cried, choking on my saliva.