Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

Milena Dragovic I nodded and turned toward my bag, the weight of the moment thick on my tongue. There was a protocol to follow. Inside was the blindfold. The same one I’d used on junior boxers a long time ago and neurotic NBA hopefuls. It was supposed to be a tool of focus. I pulled it out and let the elastic band stretch between my hands. I lifted it into view. “Center of the mat,” I said, keeping my voice even.

The door closes behind him. Silence returns. I sit there for a moment, unmoving. Then I grab the sketchbook, flipping until I open the page. My gaze drifts over the eyes staring back at me. My fingers tighten around the pencil again. This time, I don’t hesitate. I drag the tip of it straight across the paper. Once. Twice. Again. Dark lines cut through the image, rough and deliberate, slicing through the careful detail. Ruining it. Destroying it. I stop only when the image is no longer recognizable.

"Do you take it or not?" Melissa Olson stood before me, bundled in layers of clothes, as if preparing for some noble sacrifice. She held out the black blindfold again, her expression stern, her posture almost defiant. I gave a bitter smile, my embarrassment cutting deeper than ever before. For a moment, I didn't move. She, however, had no patience left. "Hurry up and put it on," she snapped, stepping forward as if she intended to force the thing onto my head herself.

Blaze’s breasts strained upward, and he could see her ribs expand and contract with every breath. Once again, Fabien was hopelessly torn between admiring her skill, wanting to capture her perfection on paper, and needing to touch her so badly his groin was aching with it. ‘Start drawing, you moron. You know very well that is going to be like this all morning. The sooner this painful session is over, the sooner you can have your sanity back.’ Holding his pencil in a death grip, Fabien started to sketch. An hour later, he’d captured a dozen poses and sustained a hard-on for longer than he’d thought was humanly possible.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

Pen in hand I began scratching on a sleek sheet and once done I set the objects down and stretched out my aching fingers. The objects were removed and I heard something small being set down on a metallic surface. "So your name's... William?" he asked cautiously and I nodded, amazed that whatever I wrote was eligible. "It's a lovely name but we'll have to work on your penmanship. No offense but it's horrible." Nathan said and I nodded but then a question hit me, "Does he not know that I am blind?" The question stirred something within me and I immediately wanted to ask it. So I reached out my hands and made a grabbing motion. "Hmm, do you want the pad and pen back?" Nathan asked and I nodded,

I actually lied about not being able to draw because drawing was one activity that fueled the demons in me. I didn't lie when I said the only thing I drew was nude. For three years, I was chained, abused, and forced to draw dirty, depraved art. Men fucking animals, trees, and children. More often than not, they were still life. I hated drawing. The very art I loved the most.

It looked so beautiful and the exact same except for his nose, but it didn't look that bad, this has to be my best piece ever. "Lijah! Come look I'm done", I shouted at him in excitement, and he stood up stretching his back and I giggled as he resembled a cat. He walked up and I suddenly shouted at him to stop. Grabbing my bandana off my hair, I place it over his eyes and I hold his hand making him stand in front of his portrait, and I bit my lip in anticipation as he took his blindfold off and stared at the painting with an open mouth. I twiddled my fingers in nervousness.

"If you forget how to draw, I'll show you a video and draw after watching it." Vivien appears in front of Ada Wood with a CD. Ignoring her distraction, she started playing the contents of the CD directly. The sealed memory in Ada Wood's mind was unsealed at the moment Vivien pressed the play button. The hand holding the brush was shaking. At the corner of the eye, there are two lines of glittering and translucent things falling down, dripping on the drawing canvas.

By the end of the test, the doctor's brows were deeply furrowed. "This..." He murmured under his breath. "It shouldn't be possible."Lucas felt his throat tighten. "Doctor?" The older man looked at him gravely. "I believe your sense of pheromones is severely impaired."Lucas frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means your body doesn't process pheromones the way most people do."Lucas stared blankly. "So...?" The doctor folded his hands together. "Simply put..." "You are pheromone blind.”