Blindness Novels & Stories

"You must have had such a shock today, Ellie. Isabelle got hurt while opening the jewelry box that was meant for you. I had to stay behind to get to the bottom of this incident. I needed to give both you and her an explanation for all of this." He said it so sincerely as though he was doing everything for my own good. I suppressed the disgust welling in my stomach and feigned concern and asked about Isabelle. "Is she okay? Can her eyes be healed?" Gabriel's eyes flickered for a moment, a little too obviously. He avoided the question and said perfunctorily, "The healer said that it was fortunate that Isabelle was brought there in time. Her vision will be affected, but she won't lose her sight

I felt that they had removed something from me that caused my breathing to improve and I felt in my eyes that I was being checked because she touched it. “D-doc, why can't I see? Why the darkness is all I can see? ” I stammered and had a hard time asking the doctor. I even heard her deep breathing then said, “Ms. De Vega, because of the trauma you experienced you were blinded ... ” And there it was as if I was deaf, my heart was slowly breaking with what I heard, I did not realize that I was crying. So someone touched my face and wiped away my tears. Why am I experiencing this? Does this mean I can no longer see?

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

Spots filled my vision before I couldn’t see anything, going completely blind. “Dad!” “Desmond!” I felt hands on my back but I closed my eyes, just trying to catch my breath. The fire raged as I felt it burn my skin. “The marks…” My eyes flung open as I tried to lean away from the pain of being stabbed in the back. “Fuck!” “Dad? Dad, what’s going on?” “Nat, hold on. Let it pass.” Scott trying to help Nat. Shaking my head, I tried to blink but I still was completely blind. My back hurt like hell and fire still burned. It felt like minutes but the pain finally eased. The fire dulled to a simmer. My vision still didn’t come back.

"Dr. Jack, you didn’t know. The girl was blinded with lard and didn’t understand the situation. She did not know anything and created trouble. Now she has regretted what she had done." (Lard literarily means pork fat but here it means a person not sensitive to other things or aware of other things except for the feelings in her heart.) Her expression made Jack laughed out loud again. She frowned. What is so funny? "Blinded by lard is a serious problem. If she doesn’t take care of it, her eyes will be blinded. This time, just seeking consultation in the psychiatric department is not enough. She needs to seek treatment in the ophthalmology department as well. This girl is really pitifu

A painting hangs beside his desk. I don’t know why it draws me in, but I find myself walking closer. Thick strokes of midnight blue and charcoal gray layer the canvas. In the center — barely visible unless you truly look — a thin streak of gold cuts through the darkness. Not bright. Not loud. Just there. A quiet fracture of light. It isn’t something you glance at. It’s something you feel. My fingers almost lift to touch the textured paint. Why would a blind man choose something so visual?

She wondered again about her blindness but she feared to ask about it again. Suddenly Patry laughed. She looked down in the direction she sensed Phoenix was. “You are still curious about my eyes, are you not?” Shocked, Phoenix cast her a side long glance. “How did you know?” “My condition helps me sense things that I normally would not see with my eyes. Being blind helps you concentrate your other senses so that you do not rely on what you see but what you feel. But you have eyes to see Phoenix.” She was quiet for a while as though she was thinking of something. Then she turned away from Phoenix and said, “still it is important that you learn how to make use o

she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal. “Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly. “Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

Rebecca held out the glass of water, but there was no response from the woman in front of her. "This is the glass, the right side of that arm of yours!" Rebecca said telling the position of the glass, "What's wrong with your eyesight, did they ruin it just like yours?" "Sicily, my name is Sicily. I've been blind since I was 10 years old. Back then my mum omega 2 fought to defend me from Luna's attack. I gave up for the safety of my mum and dad," Sicily explained unprompted. "Hem, then what happened after that?" asked Rebecca.

He was so thin that one as old as the priest she had just met could easily count his ribs without the aid of any lens. His lens and pupils were replaced with a plain milky colour with irritating discharges staining his eyes lashes. He had an amputated arm and leg. Right hand and left respectively he coughed while saying these words. There wasn't any plate nor crutches to support his begging ordeal. He was just there in an irritating position on the floor. Dale's tears flowed down her cheeks. This time she didn't sob. This time she wasn't raped. This time a loved one wasn't killed. Neither was she beaten.