The World's A Little Blurry Novels & Stories

That girl had the same face, figure, and personality as Adela was watching. "What is this?" She saw that she did not understand and immediately asked. "The footage is about a girl's life in the first world. You'll have to go through her body and fulfill her desires and what she wants to do. Only when you're done will the world be. if you fail, the world will collapse and you will be logged out of it and forced to return to the starting point. Next, the reinforcement system will tell you about this world and begin the journey through space." The man's voice spoke about the rules for Adela to understand.

Next morning Luke My head hurt, it felt like the ceiling was spinning and I saw everything in a blurred way, not being sure where I was. I sighed and ran my hand over my head as I lifted my torso, then I felt the silky fur on my face and when I opened my eyes I saw the huge irises of my little dog staring at me, checking to see if she was alive. I was startled and sighed. I must have been used to it by now, as she always did this, but it was difficult to be indifferent.

(Kaiser fell asleep and dreamed. Why was it blurry? Where am I? I rubbed my eyes, trying to clear my vision, but nothing happened. It's still like that. My vision was still blurry, but it felt like I was in the woods, so I continued walking. Why do I feel like I am walking through never-ending woods? Am I being enchanted? No, I didn't think so. Maybe the surroundings were just blurry; that's why I couldn’t find the right way. Walk and walk and walk; I didn’t stop walking, and even if it was like that, I was not getting tired at all. I feel light as if I never walked. I began to worry since my vision was not good and I don't know where I am, although it appears familiar to me. I continued wal

Everything. The world is a blur of light, sound, scent, need and blood. It fills my breath with the unbearable pull of the wild, of the change, the unbearable pull of the wild and of the change, and of the moon. It fills my breath and the animal instinct is too much, and more than I think, more than I let it be. It fills my breath. It fills my world. It fills my life. The forest is a blur. My life is a blur. I am a blur.

"But Yan—when you find her, don't try to save her. Don't try to understand her. Just... witness her. That's all any of us need. To be seen, one last time, as we really are." She turned. Tapped her way to the door. Stopped. "And check your eyes again tomorrow. Not because they’ll be gray. Because they’ll be brown. Because you need to remember that brown is yours." She left. I stood in the restroom. Alone. The broken mirror showed me three reflections, fractured, mismatched. All brown. All me. For now. I opened my notebook. Wrote: *Margaret. Y-0. The first. The blind see more.*

Matthew's First-Person POV Evelyn Carter said, "I lost a game back at the bar, so I just picked some random guy to do the dare with. I didn't expect him to be this easy to fool. I pretended to be blind and stayed with him for a whole year, and he actually believed it without question." Lewis Ross pressed on with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "Don't you ever get bored having to keep this up for so long?" Evelyn fell silent for a moment.

Breathe. Step. Step. Look. “Pause.” This time, it was the sky. Clouds stretched wide above us, uneven shapes drifting slowly. “What do you see?” Mrs. Toria asked. “A dragon,” someone said. “A bird.” “A face.” Karl squinted. “…That one looks like you.” I turned. “Which one?” “That one,” she said, pointing vaguely. “That’s not helpful.” I glared at her. Ernest glanced up. “…I see it.”

My vision blurred and the world tilted slowly but I forced myself to keep crawling. Finally, I reached the edge of the road. A pair of headlights appeared in a distance, a car and it was driving fast. With the last bit of strength I had left in me, I raise my arm. The bright light blinded me and my body gave out, the world faded once again and darkness swallowed me whole. ┈◆┈┈◇┈┈•⊰⊱•┈◆┈◇┈┈

My heart beats too fast, then too slow. I haven’t eaten in almost twenty four hours. My blood sugar must be in the toilet. I reach a crosswalk. The traffic lights are just blurry lights in my eyes. Is it green? I think it’s green. I force my head to turn left, then right. My vision is blurry as thick sheets of rain block my view, turning the street into a gray, watery smear. It looks empty. I don’t see any cars, and the city feels quiet except for the steady drumming of the storm.