Blind Play Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

​Inside the cradle was a baby with silver hair and one amber eye, holding a tiny, wooden flute. ​"The 401st chapter," Kael whispered, his golden-text skin beginning to flake away like autumn leaves. "It’s not a story. It’s a Life." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines died. The ship began to dissolve into white light. ​"THE END?" flashed across the sky. ​And then, a new line appeared, written in Nora’s own handwriting: "NO. THE PREFACE."

The blanket a few feet from her told me that was the only thing that shielded her from the cold, from fucking pneumonia and there she was, staring at me, at my direction really but not at me. Her lips curled up with fright, she moved to the side listening in and I could tell she was listening in for any sound, for me. Then her blue eyes became clearer to me and I noticed it before Blaze told me what was going on. She was looking at me, but she couldn’t see me. Her blonde dirty brown hair was in front of her face but her eyes couldn’t feel it because she couldn’t see. Because she was…fuck, fuck, fuck, blind. And the shitty thing about all of this? She didn’t know she was blind.

Chapter 147 Revenge *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** It was all pitch black. Leila couldn’t see anything – the very moment she opened her eyes. She walked and tried looking for Hunter – but she didn’t know where she was going. All that she did was to walk endlessly in the middle of darkness. Until she finally saw some light.

“I’m here because of the citizens. What you’re doing is illegal! You can’t continue stealing innocent lives of important people!” Clive’s gaze flew to Blind Man, “And you, out of all the in this room, had altogether turned your back on us and join this horrid conspiracy. I never thought you convenient for the job. I warned them!” Blind Man rushed toward Clive, punched him in the nose. Clive flinched as the chair toppled backward. He landed on his back. The skull’s rear hit the floor, bounding off the cement. Clive gritted his teeth, crying out. His gaze fixed with the good eye scanning the basement.

he said to me with his gaze filled with worry. "Yes, I will, I promise," I rushed out as I scanned the menu I knew all too well. "Okay, fine. The food should be ready soon," he informed me as he looked around the place. I wonder what he could see. I mean, obviously he could see auras now but did that mean that he could see faint objects or outlines of things? What would it be like if one was blind? What if I was blind? “What is it like being blind?" The words tumbled out of my mouth without permission and I quickly slapped a hand around my mouth while feeling guilty for even saying it.

Chapter 13 Loud applause and screams aroused my consciousness. Before I raise my head, I first sense my body if there was any pain. But I felt nothing. And the next thing I did was open my eyes. I presumed that my blindfold was already removed. But as soon as I opened my eyes, there were visible lights, but it's still dim. It might be for the reason that both my eyes were under-wrapped by the blindfold for a long period of time.

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

Chapter 17 Third POV Elara’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The world around her was shrouded in shadows, the cold air clinging to her skin like a suffocating blanket. For a moment, she couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotten there. The last thing she recalled was a sense of overwhelming dread, followed by darkness.

The massive explosion swallowed the entire car in an instant as thick smoke billowed straight into the sky. Screams of panic erupted from the crowd. I stood in the stands, watching as the blazing fire devoured everything. The flickering flames reflected in my eyes. I thought to myself, "You've won the bet, Evelyn. Now, you don't need to pretend to be blind anymore." … Third-Person POV When Evelyn woke up, she was in a hospital ward. She forced her eyes open, only to be met with a stark white ceiling.

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.