Blindfold Fish Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Diana. I appreciate your consideration." There was a long silence before Diana spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?" Damon sighed. "Of course, Diana." "Are you afraid of the dark?" Diana asked. Damon hesitated before answering. "No, I am not afraid of the dark. I have been blind since birth, so I have never known anything else." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "I see. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Then Naomi saw that his speed was so fast that she couldn’t see his action clearly. In such a short time of one second, he efficiently fished two goldfish. The goldfish might not even be ready and were caught with a blank face. "There are still ten seconds left!" The stallholder was dumbfounded, deliberately shouting the countdown. Naomi anxiously counted the goldfish in the basin. "One, two, three..." When she just counted more than ninety, the stallholder suddenly shouted, "Time is up!" ‘Oh, no. Is there a hundred fish?’

I pointed at a silvery-blue fish with black stripes. "This is an Angelfish. I didn't know you were so fascinated by fishes." "I love fishies. They don't talk back or make noises. You don't even have to take them for a walk!" I said quickly. What am I even saying at this point? "I see. Well, thank you for showing it to me, but I'd like to go back to the party now," he smirked. "Right, go ahead. Goodbye," I said and released his arm.

The men kept moving the ship closer to this ship because it was the only way we could know what they were running away from. “They’re called water pipes. It’s a rare species of fish that eats wood and also eats flesh. Their skin has sores filled with silver; hence, they’re dangerous to our kind…” Captain Phillips told us about the fish, but Kieran was keen on knowing the solution more than the problem itself. “So what do we do?”

Ethan has found the glass floor panel and is lying on his stomach, face pressed against it, watching the fish. "Mama," he breathes. "Mama, there's a school of sergeant majors. And I think—yes—that's definitely a parrotfish. You can tell by the beak-like jaw structure and the—OH! There's a triggerfish! Did you know they can rotate their eyes independently?" "I did not know that." "Well, now you do. You're welcome." Madison is standing at the railing, looking out at the ocean. She hasn't said anything since we arrived. Just standing there, Eleanor clutched in one arm, her other hand gripping the wood like she's afraid it might disappear.

“Come on, we’ve got to get you cleaned up.” It felt unbelievable good to have a shower. To feel the cold water running along my back, down my butt and even over my aching legs. I almost cried. I was robbed of so many things being locked in that hellhole. Thomas didn’t know, but I wasn’t able to make out every colour, most things seemed a blur, others were fragments or black and white. It’s said that after a while many things lost function of certain organs when they weren’t in use. Most fishes in the darkness couldn’t see, maybe I was slowly going blind, having seen nothing but complete darkness for longer than I cared to remember.

She makes a jerky motion and he jumps back, eyes wide in surprise. “Oh, is that confidence or mischief I hear?” “Both. Always both.” When they finally descend, everything changes. The world goes quiet below the blue water. The ton of bubbles coming out of their gear, the pretty way the light catches the pretty colors down there, it’s surreal and almost unearthly. Fish in every color imaginable swim by, unbothered by their presence. Gold fish, blue fish, yellow fish, pink fish, rainbow colored fish, black… stay away from those ones, they look dangerous.

I never saw one of that kind I wonder if that fish is big as the book about it says. I look at the water who have different rocks and somehow visible water. “But, I can’t see it clearly…” I can barely see those fishes, maybe I can get near it to have a good view? Hmm… looking around, I saw that everyone is busy. Some are looking at the fishing rod they would use, some are looking at the instructions and some are already fishing. There is no board saying you can’t enter the fence, its height is also small that it is barely reaching my legs. Just a little above my knee. There are seats piled in one corner. Maybe that is the chair used when fishing? I bend a little to see the fishes. I want t

A man pushing a wheelbarrow of wiggling, snapping, jumping fish stumbled and ducked into her shade, the wheelbarrow coming to the briefest of stops in the dark as he adjusted his grip and righted the wheel. The wiggling, snapping, jumping stopped, the fish coming to a final rest. Her reluctant friend stood and moved away, pulling a large knife, the kind used to gut fish, from a holster wound ‘round his leg. “I’m sorry,” he said as he walked to the edge of the dock to go back to work. She and her dark followed. “Wait,” she said. “Talk to me. Am I invisible? Can I be seen? What can this do?”

I wasn’t taking any chances. “I’m blind, dear. I can’t see whatever it is you are trying to hide, and heavens be damned if you think I will let you out of my sight for a split second. If you have every intention to take a shower, you better get to it right now,” I replied, and Vesta sighed in defeat.