Beautiful Blind Novels & Stories

Probably curious, probing, as if she was trying to get something out of me. My lips curved into a faint smile. The fact that she was looking all naive was something. I doubt she even realized that I am blind. How many months did I get myself into this? The stares, the questions that no one wanted to ask. But then, I had to brace myself because of people like her that are negligent. I had studied sensory substitution, even at my lowest. I wouldn't allow anyone to see that vulnerable side of me. No, Never. Dumbass Woman.

The clean cut of this blind man told everyone that he’s not simple despite his disability. “I may be blind, but I’m not deaf you know,” The blind man said before piercing his sword at the severed right arm hand on the ground and bringing it to his other hand to touch the severed arm. “Oh? Did I just cut your arm? Sorry, I didn’t see it, I just want to disarm you. Here, get it back!” The blind man throws the severed arm back to its owner. Both accomplices viciously glaring at the blind man and cautiously move around the blind man avoid creating any unnecessary noise, but the ground is covered with leaf and grass with these two accomplices meager cultivation at the Master Grade of Spirits Warr

Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

Finally, I stop, my chest heaving, my arms hanging heavy at my sides. "You are trying to see me," the blind man says. "That is your mistake. Your eyes are lying to you. They show you where I was, not where I am going." He taps his stick against the floor. "Close your eyes." "What?" "Close your eyes. You cannot fight what you cannot see. So stop trying to see." I look at Mark. He nods once. I close my eyes. The darkness is immediate and complete. Without sight, like the world shrinks to the sounds around me. My own breathing, and drip of water somewhere in the distance. The soft tap of the blind man's stick against the stone floor.

"Mom... are his eyes always like that? Those white clouds?" "Yes," she said softly, her eyes beaming with pride. "He is blind, Jenna. Physically, he sees nothing. But the elders say he sees more than the world can see. He sees the soul. He sees the truth." I turned my head to look out the window so she wouldn't see the dark smirk on my face. He’s blind, I thought. He couldn't even see me, yet he knew exactly how to break me. He knew everything. He sure was one hell of a man. Mysterious.

"Because he's a fool. Like the rest of them. They see power and lose their minds." "Truth, Mathilda. Lying to me might be more dangerous than you think." I lean in grabbing her chin roughly. "Start talking, or I swear I'll rip your soul from your spine and scream it into void until it begs to confess." That gets her attention. Her blind eyes widen in terror. "The blind seer in High Pines," I murmur. "Does that phrase mean anything to you?" I ask again. Her eyes for a fleeting seconds, guilt flickers in her eyes.

Again she was out. The next time she woke up, it was in a big room, to beeping. A slow ache was all over her body, but she felt light. Happy? She couldn't follow a train of thought but she did know one thing, she still couldn't see from her right eye. Thought could she? It was dark, but she could sense specks of light coming through from somewhere. She raised her hands to touch her face and felt something. Cotton? Paper? Something was on it to hide her vision. “Kyle, she is up!” she heard Madison say.

He'd rather live to be blind than seeing but not remembering the beautiful girl who held magic on her fingertips and smelt like vanilla. A depressed Amelia sat on the beach, the night only shy away from hitting twelve as tears continued to leave her blue eyes, her mind replaying the terrible scene in her mind. The confusion written on his face will haunt her forever, what should've been a happy event turned twisted dark as the love of her life cease to remember her. Every that they have been through simply was just gone. Was it selfish of her that she'd rather have him blind than seeing and forgetting her? She didn't think so. She wiped some more tears off her face and placed her head in her

I turn to look at her and let my eyes take on the characteristic stillness of the blind. She turns away and I smile. I may be blind, but I can see things she can never hope to see.

Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat. Was that really an accident? He had aimed the cane with the precision of a sniper. There was no hesitation, no searching sweep of the cane. He had struck the exact millimetre of Elaine's heel needed to off-balance her, right at the exact second Elaine had pinched her. But as she looked at him, Damien simply turned his blind gaze back to her, holding out his arm. His expression was completely blank, the picture of innocent helplessness. No, Avery thought, trying to calm her frantic mind. He’s blind. It had to be a coincidence. He couldn't have seen what she did to me.