Amputee Fiction Stories Novels & Stories

“Everything changed so suddenly when my parents died and my relatives ended up kicking me out of the house. Why else would I end up here of all places, trying to pawn off my amulet?” The storekeeper suddenly opened the door next to the counter and gestured me inside so we could talk. The interior was warm and cozy. He even handed me a hot cup of tea. From the corner of my eye, I noticed that his left leg had been amputated. It had been ages since I found myself in a place with proper heating. I was so touched. “My name is Job Chalmers. I would have still been herding cattle in the countryside if it wasn’t for your father graciously financing my education in the past.”

I want you to walk again, Em. “Perce, I love you too. Please, stop blaming yourself. I needed to accept this, Perce. It happened. Nothing’s gonna change this. I have to move forward and forget about the grudge. I may stay in a wheelchair, but most paraplegic people like me have survived and lived longer. I can still go to college or take online classes. I can still function, although I have to work with my wheelchair and stay seated. I just need some skills on how to function on daily living.”

He pursed his lips, “Both.” I picked through my brain trying to think of the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, “I’ll start with gruesome. We had a man who had come in via ambulance after a farming accident. He’d gotten his leg sucked into a machine that ground up the wheat. Somehow, it had gotten clogged, and he decided a quick stomp on it would do the trick. We had to amputate.” James shuddered at the story, probably imagining the man’s leg after being ground up. I guarantee that his imagination doesn’t come close to the real thing.

“I was back there, helpless, knowing what was coming but unable to stop it from happening.” “Stop what?” Say the words. Say them out loud. “The amputation. I woke up in the hospital and the docs said my leg was gone. But I felt it. I knew it was there but no one would listen to me. They called it phantom limb pain but they were all a bunch of fucking liars. I fought so hard to get out of that goddamned hospital bed. I couldn’t breathe and when I finally sucked air in, all I could smell was dirty flesh and blood and antiseptic. Then the nurse put me in restraints. That much is true. That really happened when I woke up. But then the dream…changes.

Soon she began speaking of her experience before she came to the forth. She told him stories of how she had been stationed at a parish outside the capital in one of the villages that had been attacked by a passing Merdendi group. How she had had to amputate a few limbs due to infestation. How the worst part of what she did as a sister was convincing people that the permanent loss of a limb was a part of Truth's plan for the person so they can live. "... Especially when all they want to do is die..."

He was so thin that one as old as the priest she had just met could easily count his ribs without the aid of any lens. His lens and pupils were replaced with a plain milky colour with irritating discharges staining his eyes lashes. He had an amputated arm and leg. Right hand and left respectively he coughed while saying these words. There wasn't any plate nor crutches to support his begging ordeal. He was just there in an irritating position on the floor. Dale's tears flowed down her cheeks. This time she didn't sob. This time she wasn't raped. This time a loved one wasn't killed. Neither was she beaten.

If he was found, he must have a way to contact Zhang Tao. Soon, Zhou Tian drove to the hospital and went straight into the ward where Zhang Peng was. Zhang Peng had been depressed for the past two days. He thought of death and leaving this world. In fact, this idea was normal. Although he was not very handsome, it was interesting to live, and he was not married. He was not willing to lie in a wheelchair all his life. In that case, what was the point of living? Unfortunately, this was the truth. His legs had been amputated, and it was impossible for them to grow again. He was destined to be disabled for the rest of his life.

It was an endeavor that aimed to illuminate the darkness of hardship with the radiant light of hope. Abigail, drawing on her background in writing, assumed the role of the storyteller. With a pen in hand and a heart filled with purpose, she began to document the intricate chapters of their journey. From the poignant moment when Sophia had been diagnosed with leukemia to the depths of love they had shared and the resilience that had emerged from the shadows, every nuance was carefully woven into the fabric of their narrative.

Nor would she have lied to herself that she no longer loved Jay, even if she probably would not hold out much hope for him, because she had been thoroughly every time she did before. And in worse cases, she thought she could die. "It was months later when I finally regained consciousness. I was being treated abroad, and Alan Levine was there with me. He was the one who told me that my right leg was crippled." Jay smiled faintly even as he continued his story, as if all those troubled times were past him. "The only thought I had was that I no longer deserved Zoe, and I felt the same way I did when I first met her—that she was an angel I could never reach. However, while I could work hard duri

I am a 29-year-old woman. Feeling lost, feeling broken since I was 20. An accident ruined my life, my future, and my hope. Someone I really loved left me because I am useless. I have been useless for how many years… because of my paraplegia. Now, I want to tell you the story that gave me hope… and love. Let's start from when I was 21. A year after the accident. -- “Hey, Blair.”