Novel & Cerita Amputee Fiction Stories

“Unfortunately, the major healing factor now is time, though… If you really want to speed things up, there’s always amputation and getting prosthetic limbs…” A prosthetic… Come to think of it, Zivon used to work with someone who had a prosthetic limb before right? That person was able to move around quite easily too, so maybe… …No, what was he thinking? Zivon would never give up on his actual limb… Not when he knew that there was still a small chance of recovering. Following another sigh, he then stared at the man who was still sound asleep in his ward… It didn’t take long, however, for his train of thought to be cut short by the ringing of his phone… It was a call from Xavia.

During that time, I met somebody that changed my life for a while, my friend, Ivory Lamence. As I played my guitar, I could hear rustling by the door, followed by it opening. "Oh, I didn't know there was somebody here." The person who opened the door apologized. It was a boy a little smaller than me. He had messy black hair that covered his eyes with a messy and dirty uniform. He looked like he was limping, and I could figure out what happened to him. "Sorry, I'll leave." He said as he closed the door, but opened it again a few seconds later. "Um, do you have anything that can treat me? My body hurts too much to move." I sighed and got up to go to the locker. I took out a first aid kit and g

the girl spoke in a straight tone, trying to move away and looked for the wheelchair as soon as she composed herself The crowd had almost left, the remaining people helped them get the wheelchair back on the side path Someone from the crowd stepped forward to pick the girl up but she refused to be touched, her maid was more shaken and frightened “Do you mind walking me to the corner,” the girl asked of Samaira who realised that she felt uncomfortable with other people touching her, also she felt glad that she trusted her, but she had a problem, the girl had only one leg, the other was what looked like an amputated limb from the knee “It’s okay, I meant could you carry me to my wheelchair?,”

As Charity watched the pale, sickly man on the bed, a mix of feelings overwhelmed her. “What are you going to do? I mean… in the future,” Charity asked probingly. “You still have to treat your leg. I heard they have more advanced technology overseas.” “There are two ways. The first is undergoing treatment for two or three years and becoming a cripple. The other way is amputation and getting a prosthetic limb. I’ll be able to walk normally, but I’ll lose a leg completely. I’m a doctor. No one understands this industry better than me.”

Damien tutted, looking down at the bandaged stump where her left hand had been. The stump was painful and itchy, despite the painkillers, and she imagined she could feel her fingers twitching. Phantom limb syndrome the doctor had said. "My right hand," Belle muttered. 'Holy freaking shit.' "I cut off my fucking hand, Damien!" she cried. "I cut off my hand, isn't that enough?" Damien circled her bed and sat beside her. "It would have been enough." He picked up the white book, opened the pages and tore it in half. The pages flew out, covering her bed and the floor.

No sooner did he say that than my heart dropped. The images of my first ever and the last day in the grooming factory I escaped slammed into my brain. Amputate limbs and hands. Stinking smell of blood. Helpless and horrified girls of all ages. Those small tents made of rug. Dirty, unhygienic water to drink and stale pieces of bread for food. All of that made me crawl deeper in Zach's hold to hide... As if I would be dragged back in there if he ever loosened his hold on me.

Instead of facing his own demon, Sabrina's father took his own life in front of his family, scarring his own daughter for life. Being a non-fiction novelist, most of my stories are about people’s experiences. I collect facts through research and interviews, then retell the stories through books. My stories, in turn, memorialize their contributions in life and highlight their suffering and pain. This way, they shall be remembered and hopefully, their story helps someone along the way, someone who currently faces these difficulties.

he said, his eyes filled with sympathy as he handed me the doctor's report. "You had complications from an infection after the amputation..." Those words were a cruel reminder of my ordeal. I quickly turned the report face down, "Mr. Graham, I've got the money now, please, could you talk to the doctor? I can pay for the treatment, isn't there anything they can do to help me?" My tears blurred the room, but I looked up at him defiantly. He sighed, a look of resignation on his face. "No amount of money can help this."

Emily had no legs. Where the foot should have been, now only a bundle of bandages and wounds remained. Edward could not help but react with sadness and surprise. “Emi...” A silence fell over the room, and Edward felt suffocated by a deepening sense of guilt and regret. His hands shook violently and he could not look at Emily's feet without remembering how carelessly he had behaved on the night of the accident. The nurse who detected the man's devastated expression immediately offered support. “I know this is very difficult, but this patient really needs your support right now. Many people live happily and fulfill their dreams despite their disabilities. Together, you can face all these chal

The pain came later—slow, creeping, before it swallowed her whole. Knile stood outside the operating room, his palms stained with her blood, his mind racing with calculations he couldn't fix. He had made billions managing crises in print, weaving narratives to his liking. But now, the only story he wanted to rewrite was one reality refused to yield. The doctors told him the truth like they were delivering the morning paper—cold, clinical, irreversible. “She survived. But both legs were crushed beyond repair. Amputation was the only option.” Knile didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Not for minutes. Maybe hours.