Boondocks Blind Guy Novels & Stories

Pen in hand I began scratching on a sleek sheet and once done I set the objects down and stretched out my aching fingers. The objects were removed and I heard something small being set down on a metallic surface. "So your name's... William?" he asked cautiously and I nodded, amazed that whatever I wrote was eligible. "It's a lovely name but we'll have to work on your penmanship. No offense but it's horrible." Nathan said and I nodded but then a question hit me, "Does he not know that I am blind?" The question stirred something within me and I immediately wanted to ask it. So I reached out my hands and made a grabbing motion. "Hmm, do you want the pad and pen back?" Nathan asked and I nodded,

I gritted my teeth as pain shot through me. Gabriel stormed over, cursing loudly, “I was trying to crash into your car and you dodged? You almost got me killed!” I nearly scoffed. He rammed into me but didn’t want me to avoid him? “Did you think I was going to sit there and get pushed off the cliff?” “This is how it works in Jacksboro City. If I want someone to live, they live. If I want someone to die, they die.” Hearing him talk like some thug, I pressed my hand over the bleeding wound on my thigh. My expression was icy cold.

"But you won't stop me. Because you want to see if it works. If I can really become no one." Silence. The cold deep. The dark green. She was right. I wanted to see. But not for the reason she thought. I raised the cane. Not to strike. To show her. "I brought this," I said. "Your cane. Ten years of performance. Blindness real and fake." She opened one eye. "I don't need it," I continued. "I never did. But I took it. Because without it, you're just..." I searched for the word. "Naked. Visible. Someone who has to be seen."

I'll go there and meet you as soon as I'm done here. I watched his horrible acting and immediately understood that he was just creating a perfect alibi for himself. So, I smiled back at him and nodded. "Alright. I'll be waiting for you at the border, then." The convoy slowly started moving, heading toward the death trap he had meticulously designed and set up for me. When the convoy reached the narrow canyon section he specified, a pack of ferocious-looking "Rogues" suddenly sprang out at us from the surrounding dense foliage.

"I know that right now, three separate bounty hunter guilds are converging on this district. I know that the 'Iron Hounds' are five minutes out. And I know that you are desperate." "Cut the theatrics," Jack growled, stepping closer. "Where is the prison?" "It’s not a place on a map, boy. It’s a ghost." Blind Eye leaned forward, the servos in his chair whining. "But I have the tracking algorithm. The prison moves. It rides the storms. I have the chip that predicts its path." He tapped his chest pocket. "Give it to me." "Ah, the arrogance of the Sterlings," Blind Eye sighed. "Your father was the same. He thought he could save everyone. He thought morality was a currency. It isn't. Leverage is

Lower management handled the menial business. Rai Landon was not part of his corporate team, or she would have a suite on deck fifteen, not five. She was merely a passenger wanting to experience Alaska. Just how much a blind person could enjoy the sights alone was yet to be determined. Damn her friend for bailing on her. Z grinned at the thought of being her guide. Ideas rambled through his mind in creative waves; an unstoppable force that promised a wake of destruction.

This one was larger-a bit more fast and schooled. Leora slipped by its first hit but it pounced again. She stumbled over a blasted root, and then the rogue seized her down on the ground. The feelings of panic arose and surged within her as she was pushed against the ground with the snarling muzzle inches away from her. One, she could feel it breathing on her skin, and two, its claws were digging into her shoulders. “Leora!” Liam's shout broke the commotion. Before the rogue could deliver a strike, Liam barreled into it hard enough to knock it off from her. They fell together in a bundle on the ground, and within seconds, he was on top of it, putting an end to the rogue with a body-crushing b

The ledger-boy shoulder-pressed a dolly of wet rope that weighed as much as deciding to be brave. Silas knelt then, surprising them all with the scandalous usefulness of his knees. His hands learned rope without dignity and with speed. He did not look to see if anyone was watching. It is the only way certain men become human. “I have three useless cousins,” he said to Lucien, brisk, as if admitting sin were good seam sealer. “They can move weight if you make them. Use them.” He raised his head and sent a look like a knife at the men who depend on other men’s glamour. They came—red-faced, contrite enough, strong. The plank took, the seam resisted, the ferry remembered she had survived worse.

in’…I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the street…So I gotta be down with the hood team…Too much television watchin' got me chasin' dreams…I'm a educated fool with money on my mind…Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye…I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin' banger…And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger…Fool, death ain't nothin' but a heart beat away…I'm livin' life do or die, what can I say?…I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24?…The way things is goin', I don't know…Tell me why are we so blind to see…That the ones we hurt are you and me?…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Been spendin' most their lives livin' in the gangsta's paradise…Keep

"Can I have my hand back idiot? Unlike some people I actually require them. " "Trust me keeping your hands isn't what you should be worried about, " I felt him take another step. "We're going down the stairs. Watch your step. " Watch your step! Ofcourse, tell a blind girl to watch her step down a flight of never ending stairs! "Are you crazy!" I shouted as he tugged on my hand again, my feet grappling to plant itself to solid ground. "You idiot I'm blind, how the hell am I supposed to walk like this! "