Books Written By Disabled Authors Novels & Stories

“A story?” “Yeah! The fox one.” He reached toward the small stack of books on his bedside table. “Mommy always reads it!” My throat tightened. I forced a small smile and took the book. “Alright. The fox it is.” The pages felt rough beneath my fingertips. I cleared my throat and began. “Once upon a time, there was a fox who lived—” Aaron frowned, tilting his head. “You sound weird.” I blinked. “Weird?” “Your voice is funny.”

"I see. And how do you feel about this situation? Don't you think you should take some actions? Maybe ask your husband to talk to her because I fear your safety. She was trying to sabotage your work today. Imagine she was able to get you to fight her. I can understand how serious she is about getting you out of the way. I sighed, frustration evident in my voice. "Honestly, I'm worried. She's relentless, unwilling to stop. Since my husband regained his ability to walk again, she has been all over him, and has sworn to take me out of the way. I'm honestly scared, and I don't know what she's capable of."

She sat in a wheelchair, her smile small. I gestured for her to speak, and she acknowledged me with a slight nod. “My name is Lenora,” she began. “I had an accident when I was eleven and have been permanently disabled ever since. I’m honestly tired of working for people who mistreat me because of my condition. I want to have my own business but capital is my problem.” A lump formed in my throat at her words. I nodded, meeting her gaze. “I understand, Lenora. And disability should never stop you from aiming for the stars.”

"I can't do this," I say as I stare at a guideline that Mira quickly prepared for me along with some psychology books on how to approach a person with disabilities. It's not the help part I was worried about, it was the lying aspect of it. Mira told me about how a blind person gets by in life, and how one recognizes space. Frequent movements include body rocking, repetitive handling of objects, and hand and finger movements all that seemed easy, but it felt like that because I wasn't in those shoes.

And they all looked amazed. On the other hand, Mabel's face was full of pride. Without any other guessings needed, I knew it surely was her work. As for who would claim the championship, it seemed to be set in stone. Then, we went up to talk about our works one by one and explained our design concepts. My work was deeply influenced by Nancy. And it was very simple compared with other works. Even so, the room I designed was very practical. Because it was designed for the disabled, including the blind. With a lot of delicate details, it was well-designed.

"I know it doesn't seem like you could, but you did. I was ready to give up on school and ever learning anything. I wanted to just die. I have dyslexia really bad, and I could barely read. Everybody was talking about Robin and how brave and amazing she is. She seemed to be able to do anything, and she was blind. I wanted to read about her, but I couldn't. I couldn't even read kindergarten books and I was nine years old."

It will be a long time before anything changes. There are a lot of other people who are more disabled than I am and in worse pain, which is truly appalling. Does it give them any consolation to open up a diary? Or, on the other hand, would they say they are adequately ready to keep everything in their spirits? — I used to want to read, but now I find that all books bore me. I can't check out anything, and more importantly, I hate myself. My spirit is furious. Again, Nina returned, to a lunch get-together this time. It was a horrible day with a heavy downpour. She told me of her connections—as a

Even though they know that the villain was disabled, they didn't easily laugh or mock him for being so because those who laugh at him and mock him for his disability met a cruel end. See how strong the villain is? If it wasn't for the protagonist's halo, Evelyn might think that the villain is the author's favorite especially since she gave her a lot of benefits. Even when the villain was fighting with the protagonists, he was still disabled at that time. His legs were paralyzed and couldn't be cured—that was stated in the novel. Is this the reason why the author makes him disabled because he's too strong? Even when he was just sitting in his wheelchair, he could easily make someone tremble b

“I shared my daily activities. It’s like My Day on social media. They shared with me too. I got a lot of positive feedback. They said that I’m inspiring many people. Instead of losing hope, they will do something progressive. It doesn’t mean you lose the ability to walk, your life ends there, Perce.” My eyes stung. I squeezed them and bit my lip to stop from trembling. I was such a horrible person. I almost ended up my life when so many people who had disabilities were trying to live normally. I admired Emma’s advocacy in inspiring people like her to feel like they were still a part of society despite their disabilities. “Wow, Em. I’m so proud of you.” I wiped my tears that I didn’t even rea

In the stories of resilience, they found a tapestry woven with threads of courage, perseverance, and the unwavering belief in the possibility of a brighter tomorrow. In Chapter 88, they encountered Sophie, a survivor of a life-altering accident that left her paralyzed from the waist down. Through Sophie's journey of adapting to her new reality, they witnessed her unwavering determination to redefine her life and become an advocate for accessibility and inclusion. Her spirit illuminated the path of countless others facing similar challenges, inspiring them to embrace their own strength and fight for a world where everyone has equal opportunities.