Blindfold Drawing Novels & Stories

NOVA Drax announced the next exercise, and the ground went quiet. One partner is blindfolded. The other hides among thirty volunteers pulled from the second and third years. Ninety seconds. Find your partner by touch and scent alone. Both cross the line or both run laps. Nova stood very still. Touch and scent.

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.

“Marry a blind man?” She laughed—bright, cutting. “Oh, stop with the blindness charade,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. “We both know you aren’t truly blind. If you were, tell me—how exactly did you manage to fancy her so quickly?” She flung her arm toward me. My ears rang. The words hit like cold water poured straight down my spine. Blind? Zeden wasn’t blind? All this time—the careful way he moved, the way he seemed to track every sound, every shift in the room, every breath I took—he could see?

A massive chessboard stretched before us. It was covered in black and white tiles. “Under several tiles,” the system explained, “are traps. Arrows. Poison gas. Explosive mines. Rising spikes. And so much more fun weapons.” A blindfold dropped from the ceiling, falling the first tile in the chain. “One partner walks blindfolded. The other guides them verbally.” My throat dried. What type of crazy game was this? who blindly in trust their lives to a stranger? Just then, a couple stepped forward.

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.

Sebastian said, grinning. "Can this really cover your eyes?" Belinda asked. She waved the blindfold that Sebastian had used previously. When Sebastian saw the blindfold, he couldn't help laughing. Nothing could cover Sebastian's eyes, not even ten layers of cloth. The blindfold was just a piece of black gauze. Belinda had clearly tried it herself, which was why she was asking him now. Anyone with enough skill would be able to see through the flimsy blindfold.

“Second rule: every dare escalates. Agreed?” “Agreed,” I breathed, and he set his glass down, producing a silk blindfold from his pocket. “First dare: let me blind you,” he murmured, tying it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness. His fingers traced my neck, teasingly slow, then slid under my dress, brushing my panties. “Already wet,” he teased, rubbing my clit through the fabric, the sensation heightened by my blindness.