Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

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.”

He was just going with the flow at this point. “Now you’re catching on. First, we are going to start with loss of sight. Here is a blindfold; I want you to put it on,” I said as I handed him a heavy-duty, thick black blindfold. Sometimes I would climb to the top of a tall building and use this to cut off all sense of sight and just listen. When you clear your mind and learn to just listen, you will find that the world has such unusual but beautiful sounds that we normally don’t notice.

Celeste Vellaro had not just hidden her secrets; she had engineered a puzzle box. “Can you open it?” “Without the correct fingerprint? No.” She set the journal down on the desk, her expression turning inward. “But the code Gloria spoke of… it’s not in the words. It’s in the substrate. The paper. My mother used different papers, different inks. I can feel the variations in texture. She taught me to recognize them when I was a child. It was a game.” A game. She had been training her blind daughter to read a tactile code since childhood. Celeste’s foresight was staggering.

I was the artist I once was again, and it hadn't been as hard as I thought it would be. Despite my nearly blind state, I was able to rely on my memory of colors, my perception of shapes, and my passion for painting to keep creating—slowly and effortfully. Thus, I poured all of my energy into my craft as the seasons passed. The physical fatigue and mental pressure had been overwhelming. Most of the time, I would work until I could no longer lift a brush and my eyes could no longer see color. However, I never gave up. Fortunately, all those late nights of hard work paid off. After a long period of focused practice, I finally released a new series of artwork.

Neither of us noticed the small red light blinking in the corner of the room. Hidden behind a book on the shelf. A tiny camera. No bigger than a button. Recording everything. Watching everything. Sending a live feed to someone far away. Someone who smiled as she watched. Someone who whispered to herself, "Perfect. This is perfect. Now everyone will see. Now everyone will know what kind of man Derrick Cole really is. Taking advantage of a blind, helpless girl. They'll destroy him for me. And I won't have to lift a finger." But we didn't know any of that.

He turned to face me again. His chest heaved with rage. Veins pulsed across his tattooed arms. His green eyes locked on me—those sightless eyes. They were hauntingly still. So still, they looked like they didn’t belong to the living. They were beautiful in a strange way, like something carved into his skull—empty, but alive with something darker. His blindness didn’t weaken him. It made him unreachable.

Suddenly, he pulled out a black cloth and blindfolded himself. Seeing this, Biefren was dumbfounded. “What kind of tactic is this?” “Attack me,” James reminded again. Biefren hesitated for a moment, then immediately surrounded himself with flames and charged at James with lightning speed. Just as he was about to strike with a powerful flame-wrapped palm, he saw James tilt his head slightly and evade. Retracting his hand, Biefren then punched again. The conjuring terrifying illusions turned into hundreds of fist shadows. Their auras were formidable, but it was all in vain.