Blind Person Pov Novels & Stories

I touched the banister, feeling the carved edges beneath my fingers. My stomach growled suddenly, followed by Kiran’s growling loudly. “Let me get us some food,” he said. While I waited for my brother, decided I was sick of sitting there. I attempted to get up from the stool but I ended up tripping abd walking right into the bar. “Look at her,” a feminine voice whispered. “Her eyes are grey.” “I think that means she is blind,” answered an equally feminine voice. “Poor thing. She must be newly blind.”

He left without waiting for a reply. A few minutes later, Zameera stirred awake, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “Where’s Papa now?” “He’s still inside the room, baby. I think he’s still getting his medicine.” “Why was he bleeding so much?” Her little voice trembled with curiosity and fear. I forced a soft smile, brushing her hair back. “Sometimes… when blind people’s eyes try really hard to work again, they bleed a little. It’s like they’re fighting to see. The doctors are helping that fight.”

“First, I don’t own binoculars. Second, I have no so-called ‘tools.’ My computer and phone were replaced three years ago with assistive devices for the visually impaired. They cannot take photos or display images.” I paused for a moment. My voice was slow and precise. “Third, and most importantly, I am completely blind.” There was a brief silence in the room. Officer Wright’s breathing grew heavier. “I already told you, don’t use that as an excuse! Whether you’re really blind will be confirmed by a medical examination! Until then, you're the prime suspect!” At that moment, the door opened. A young officer poked his head in. “Sir, the victim is very emotional. He’s been crying nonstop, saying

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

Hey you are exaggerating, it's not been 20 minutes - I said walking with her carefully. "Whatever atleast tell me where are we, I've been walking for 5 minutes - she asked and I smiled at her. "Ok ok we came please stop asking me questions - I said removing her blindfolds from her eyes, as I removed she slightly rubbed her eyes and then gasped looking where she was. Third person's pov.

Jennifer POV I could not feel my head let alone my entire body, I open my eyes to look only to realize that I was overturned upside down, I open my seat belt to get lose and I fall head fast, the pain was so unbearable had Tyler had passed out on the steering wheel, I struggle to get out of the van before I could start helping the rest including ghost my vision was so blurred but I could not give up at any cost, this is the first time of my life to be to encounter a very catastrophic accident, I crawl on the broken glasses on the road and finally found myself I was bleeding terribly and my entire clothes covered in blood.

3rd person POV Max stood near the window of his penthouse, his hands braced on the cold glass as he stared at the city lights below. He had gone there after he heard of Vivian's disappearance. The sky was a deep, endless black, swallowing the stars, and the streets were alive with movement, cars weaving through intersections, people laughing in the distance. But none of it reached him. His chest felt hollow. His mind was a haze of questions, disbelief wrapping around him like a suffocating fog.

BEVERLY’S POV A bleak world greets my eyes the moment they open, followed by an onslaught of pain in every part of my body. A groan follows the realization that I can’t move any of my limbs as it seems like they have been forced tightly together by the force of a rope that can break through skin to find bone.

Yara’s POV The moment Beth sent the video, I opened it. At first, I only saw Daniel and Caroline sitting close together, talking in low voices. The camera angle was not perfect, but it was clear enough. Clear enough for me to see their faces. Clear enough for me to hear their voices. Then I heard the words that made my whole body go cold. My blindness had not been an accident. It had not been bad luck. It had not been some cruel twist of fate.

(Warning: Violence!) Third Person's PoV Dark froze as he watched everything unfold from afar. It was as if the surroundings went silent as his eyes locked on Exelle, whose lifeless gaze turned hopeful after meeting his. A part of his chest felt a fleeting joy upon seeing her, but he did not expect that this happiness would be short-lived. Dark watched as Exelle's body was struck by a bullet, and yet he could do nothing to save her. It felt as though everything around him stopped, even his own body froze, helplessly witnessing the events unfold. Though Exelle was far away, it seemed as if she were right in front of him, yet he was powerless.