Blind Spot Peripheral Vision Novels & Stories

He is bipolar. Truthfully It's hurting a lot whenever I take a step for that I couldn't walk properly. Somehow, I reached the road and waited to cross the other side. When the signal turned red, I started to walk across the road but my visions started to blur and faint black dots appeared above my head. I feel dizzy; My head started to spin around. The signal light shifted into green and here I am standing in the middle of the road. That's it. I'm going to die.

The front door flew open before either Nora or I had an opportunity to knock on it. A petite, slight blonde with captivating, rich blue-green eyes that watered just enough to remind me of the ocean greeted us with nervous warmth. It wasn’t until she’d invited us into her home that I realized that her vision was impaired. She informed us that she could see shapes and colors, but not much in the line of details. This made her legally blind. It was because of this affliction that she was unable to determine exactly what was happening in her home and why she needed our help.

Not, how weak or pathetic or useless. Useless, I'm useless. Weak.. Claire opened her eyes suddenly, It was the same dream again or the nightmare of her life. The day she lost her every hope. She became this weak girl, from the happy girl. She became a burden on her family. A person that experiences blindness suddenly can cause significant depression and anxiety related to not navigating the world around you as you once did. The world can feel extremely isolated to the blind person. There will be understandable anxiety after a sudden loss of vision as the person learns to connect with places and people no longer clearly see.

****Flashback****** "Amelia, please grab my glasses on your way down” her mother's voice could be heard from downstairs. The windshield wipers of the car for some reason refused to do their jobs that day and the glass became too cloudy to see anything. Amelia, who had perfect sight, couldn't see anything. The situation was more awful for Mrs. Smith who at that time suffered from myopia. The only thing Mrs. Smith could see were flashes from the Trees they passed by. The car suddenly went off track and none of them had any idea where the car was heading because of how clouded the view was.

Firelight. They were willing to burn fuel, huh—even set up a bonfire. Well, that made sense. It was freezing out here. Who could stand it for long without some warmth? Ray didn't use a flashlight. With a brief activation of spatial perception every now and then, everything within eight meters—front, back, left, right—was crystal clear. Where could a blind spot possibly be? It was clearer than daylight, so it was completely impossible to sneak up on him. He moved closer without making a sound.

"You mean you can see me better?" "I mean you are the only thing in focus. The room... the walls... they are blurry." Elion frowned. "Your vision is going?" "Peripheral processing is offline," Cale admitted. "I am prioritizing the target." "I'm not a target, Cale." "You are the objective." Cale reached out. He touched Elion’s arm. "Thank you," Cale said softly. "For the water?" "For staying," Cale said. "For the alcohol. For... holding the line."

On both sides of the car, even the dust and the thin mountain air were sliced in half. The purple body line gently landed and without losing speed sped ahead. It was as if it was driven by an extremely reckless gambler who refused to slow down for even a second. Gary looked at the scene unfolding before him in shock and nearly slowed down. In that almost 45-degree curve, the opposite side of the road was his blind spot. He only saw the front of No.14 but due to the distance between the inner and outer lane, he did not see No.16 for a brief period of time.

“That was way too close.” As she straightened, something clicked in her mind — the so-called blind spot. She turned to glance around the oak tree, realizing now what she should’ve known all along. There was no real blind spot. Just an illusion. The cameras couldn’t reach behind the oak’s thick canopy, so the staff called it a blind spot to deter intruders, to make them think they’d found a flaw. “Of course,” she muttered under her breath. “They’d make even the traps sound tempting.”

The bandages came off at eight in the morning. Dr. Anand held a light in front of my right eye. I saw it. Then she moved her hand across my field of vision. I saw that too. The outline was blurred around the edges, but it was there. Real. Daniel cried. I sat very still and let it settle. Partial vision. Right eye. More than the conservative estimate. Dr. Anand walked me through what that meant. Light sensitivity. Limited range. No fine detail yet. An adjustment period of several weeks at minimum.

The garden outside the window was dark and the security light above the passage made a small illuminated circle on the path below. "I should have seen it," he said. "No," I said. He looked at me. "You couldn't have," I said. "He has been doing this for years. Years of being your brother in the way you knew him while also being something else entirely in a space you had no reason to look into." I held his gaze. "You didn't miss it because you were inattentive. You missed it because he was careful and because you loved him and those two things together make a very effective blind spot."