Blind Skinned Beauty Podcast Novels & Stories

Why would a blind man choose something so visual? Unless he remembers. Unless he refuses to let the dark win. I don’t know how long I stand there. Then— “What are you doing here?” The voice slices through the silence. Low. Calm. Controlled. I spin around. Desmond Blackwood stands near the door. My heart nearly stops. I don’t hear it open. I don’t hear him move. He stands tall in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His white cane, detailed with subtle gold swirls, rests in his left hand. Dark lenses shield his eyes, his expression unreadable.

Stella stared down at me with a haughty expression as she spoke, her words sharper than a knife. "Lucas, you're having a bipolar disorder attack again. I'm calling the mental institution now to take you in for some 'recovery'!" At once, a few security guards rushed up to me and pinned me to the floor. I still glared fiercely at Stella despite the immense pressure against my back. At that moment, a wicked grin curled on Drake's lips. He smugly walked up to me and grabbed me by my collar, saying in a low voice, "Do you know why your beloved grandmother ended up like this?

Family United Lana ' s POV "The sky is turning pink. Like cotton candy. With orange streaks running through it. " Sarah' s voice was full of wonder. We were sitting on the steps of the safe house Derrick had brought us to. Dawn was breaking. The police had finally let us leave the hospital. "Cotton candy?" I smiled. "I' ve never seen cotton candy. " "Really? Never?" "I lost my sight when I was seven. Before that, I don

He smiles and hugs me. A choice I'm now questioning; my eyes go back to the hall where Big King is. "Did no one tell ya about Skyla?" Skin asks as he fills my glass up. "No one needed to Skin," Queenie looks at him. "It's his ex-wife. Surely she had a right to know?" He laughs, looking at Queenie like she's mad.

Then, I confronted him sternly, "I'm here for a facial. Why did you take my clothes off?" Looking stunned, he jeered. "Oh, Daphne, do you really not know what kind of place you're at?" "A beauty salon! What place is this?" While speaking, I felt a wave of heat rapidly spreading from the pit of my stomach across my body. Caleb, who noticed my change, pinned me down on the bed. He traced my body with his slender fingers, sending me trembling. As much as I would like to struggle and break free, my body already went limp after Caleb's teasing. I lost control of my body and couldn't push him off me. Breaking down, I yelled, "What are you doing? This is rape—"

The unsettling phrases also comforted my inner soul and made me feel less alone in my agony and self-loathing. Still listening to the podcast, I discovered that the poor anonymous woman who’d been the subject of today's argument had ten minutes left before the acid began to dissolve through her body. The caustic chemical gradually took its toll, eating away at her flesh and muscle tissue until only her withered bones remained. What a gruesome picture! And it got me thinking.

Satisfied with my outfit, I applied gel to my hair and brushed it backwards. My black hair looked smooth and shined under the morning sun. I picked a sunglass and set out to work I stopped by at a restaurant across my house and people could not stop staring at me. I knew I was handsome but I don't like this attention. Don't get me wrong, I'm used to people's attention but today's own seemed extraordinary. As I walked by people to go seat in a corner, I heard their comments 👥️️ Oh My God!!! Who's this handsome hunk??

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

She explained further that I had been walking home and was struck by lightning while listening to my music with my ear buds in. I now would have scars on the sides of my face. However that's not what I was worried about most. I was about to say something when a nurse came into the room. "Oh look who's finally awake!" She said with a bright smile. 'Ugh those scars are hideous! At least her dad is a good lay' The nurse said but once again her mouth didn't move. What the fuck was going on here? The nurse pressed a button on a machine that was hooked up to a blood pressure cuff. 'Ugh stupid machine!' She thought then came over to manually take my blood pressure.

We walked into the girl's ward to see her on her bed staring into space. She flinched In shock noticing a presence In the room, I rolled my eyes in disgust getting irritated by her behaviour. I know I'm supposed to be nice or show empathy but 'ugh' I just hate woman with pale white skin, I prefer ladies with a darker skin like Whitney. Pale white skinned women look like they would snap if they are touched. "Stay still missy, so I can get this thing over with" I said within gritted teeth but instead she moved back in fear.