Blind Side Synonym Novels & Stories

Mikhail I stand at the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth filling my senses. My blindness sharpens my other senses, making the world around me more vivid in ways most can't comprehend. Being blind hasn't made me weak. In fact, it's made me stronger, more ruthless. A cruel smirk appears on my face when I recall what happened to those who considered me weak and challenged me. I can still feel the warmth of their blood on my skin as I tore them limb from limb with my bare hands. Those bastards weren't even worthy of fighting against my wolf; even in my human form, they were no match for my strength.

River probed. Brielle’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “In return for my help, I want Daniel to share me some of the memories he has,” she declared. I gritted my teeth. This was the part I hated. Brielle had been blind since birth. The only way she could see the world was through visions of the future… or by stealing glimpses into other people’s memories. It was a unique way to live and an specially strange way to see life, but I had admired it. At least, I used to.

I wasn’t taking any chances. “I’m blind, dear. I can’t see whatever it is you are trying to hide, and heavens be damned if you think I will let you out of my sight for a split second. If you have every intention to take a shower, you better get to it right now,” I replied, and Vesta sighed in defeat.

"Please, just open your eyes." Jung-Ho lightly pats Sook-Ja's cheek. The young girl, whose lifeless body is next to him, and he is kneeling. He is to blame for her current state. While returning from work, she was involved in an accident. He cries out, "Open your eyes," as his own eyes begin to blur. His skull is bruised, and tears are running down his face. He moves his fingers lightly to stroke the side of her cheek. When his hand accidentally bumps against a brand-new wound, he struggles to contain his sobs. It aches worse than anything I've ever experienced, which makes the suffering unbearable. The car is on fire and the flames are rising high into the sky.

Without mirror. Hard. But mine. I closed my eyes. Not to sleep. To rest. In the dark, I saw nothing. Not blindness. Not emptiness. Just the space where something new could grow. Something I would make. Not find. Make.

Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!" I kept calling out to him but didn't receive a response. Within moments, I was surrounded by flames. I thought I would die then and there. Fortunately, firefighters arrived at the last moment and pulled me out of the fire. … My vision was still mostly dark when I opened my eyes again. The doctor regretfully told me the glass shard had severely damaged my right eye, so I was now blind in that eye. As for my left eye, I had already suffered substantial vision loss due to a childhood illness. Because of this, the sight in that eye was very limited.

I am even willing to give whatever request the Mate of the wolf I met in my dreams, but I know that Leo won’t let me. ‘You might think that they are irrelevant, but trust me when I say, blind men may not be able to see physically, but they see more important things than those who can see. Deaf people might not be able to hear physically, but they understand things that even those who can hear would never know. Mute people might not be able to speak, but the words they wrote made more sense than those who could speak. The world isn’t always black and white, and the moment you realize that and recognize the other colors that you weren’t able to pay attention to, you will be able to get the ans

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.

I could hear Damon moving to stand behind me, close enough to support but wise enough not to interfere. “You’re right,” I said, voice low. “I can’t see. I’ll never see again. But that hasn’t stopped me from ripping out more throats than any of you ever dared to face.” “Kaliah—” “Let me finish,” I snapped, turning toward the voice. “You think blindness is weakness. I think hiding behind meetings and whispers is.” “You’re not invincible,” one elder barked. “You can’t expect us to follow someone who could be struck down at any time.”

"It's not fair." After a series of tests, Sinjin was returned to his hospital room, and they all waited for Dr. Dupont to arrive. When he finally came in, his calm demeanor did little to ease Eds' anxiety. "Doctor, what's wrong with my husband?" Eds asked, her voice trembling with worry. "I need to discuss something we’ve discovered about Sinjin’s condition," Dr. Dupont began. "You may have noticed his confusion and disorientation. We believe he’s experiencing psychological shock, and there's an additional, more unusual issue—psychological blindness, or hysterical blindness."