Beautiful Blind Novels & Stories

"There was a head on the wall... you were laughing and even now, you turn your face entirely towards me... and could grab my hand. That's not what a blind person could do, I've seen a blind man before and he wasn't like you." And she could see the way those eyes looking at her, those crystal blue eyes that seemed to be gazing deep into her, not just physically but into her soul, to a corner of her heart she wasn't even aware of. "I am blind but do I have to prove myself to you that I'm blind?"

"The Eye has cataracts. Blind spots." Jack slid a gold coin across the table. A real one. Stolen from a cartel vault three years ago. "Where are the blind spots?" The woman drew a map in the dust. "The Western Ridge. The winds are high there. Sensors fail. Spirits walk." "Spirits I can handle," Jack said. "Sensors are annoying." "Beware the Mother," the old woman whispered suddenly, grabbing his wrist. Her grip was surprisingly strong. "She weaves the web, but she does not eat the fly. She waits."

“And you my pretty Lady, are someone he is totally down for. Only the blind can’t see that.” Now, is that a good thing?

He lost his balanced and fell backward, he sat down on the floor and didn’t bother standing up. “What am I gonna do with you.” “What if there a ghost here or something. Or what if I wake up in the morning and I saw another blind somebody.” “It would be perfect won’t it?” He gestured. “Everything would be complete. The homeless, the blind , the dumb and maybe a deaf someone. We could just turn the house into...” “Are you always saying nonsense Dixon.” “Ms. Teresa.”

PHEROMONE BLIND STARWRITES CHAPTER 3: PHEROMONE BLIND Lucas didn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, crimson eyes stared back at him. "Omega." "Run." "Lucas Bennett." His heart lurched each time he remembered those words.

Henry's blade whispered through the air as he swung. I didn't move away. Instead, I held up the cylinder and clicked the switch. Highly concentrated bear spray jetted right into Henry's eyes, nose, and mouth. A scream that sounded almost inhuman escaped his lips, and his knife clanged against the ground. He clutched his face tightly and rolled like the wretched maggot he was on the ground. Tears drooled everywhere on the ground, fusing with his snot and saliva. It took him everything just to breathe.

Not, how weak or pathetic or useless. Useless, I'm useless. Weak.. Claire opened her eyes suddenly, It was the same dream again or the nightmare of her life. The day she lost her every hope. She became this weak girl, from the happy girl. She became a burden on her family. A person that experiences blindness suddenly can cause significant depression and anxiety related to not navigating the world around you as you once did. The world can feel extremely isolated to the blind person. There will be understandable anxiety after a sudden loss of vision as the person learns to connect with places and people no longer clearly see.

Put it away. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself to calm her panicked breathing. She visualized pushing the heat back down into her chest, locking the golden light away beneath layers of meek obedience. When she opened her eyes again and looked into the basin, her pupils had returned to their normal, dull hue.

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

she says perceptively. I shake my head, “It’s that I can see. I see him, and everything around me as clear as day. In my nightmares, I’m not blind and I don’t understand how that’s possible,” I say in agitation. My mother cups my face in both of her hands and raises my face to look at her, which is kind of pointless from my end of things. “Listen to me. Do not believe whatever it is you see. Whatever it is, it’s not real. Do you know why I made you blind?” I shake my head. “Because I have watched as people see everything around them and yet are entirely blind to what is in front of them. I gave you a gift to see past all those distractions. You see what no one else can see. Everything you ne