Deaf Blind And Dumb Novels & Stories

JENNA’S POV Alex stood before us, his formal ceremonial attire highlighting his powerful frame. The traditional blindfold that usually covered his sightless eyes was absent. His gaze, once empty, now held a startling clarity as he looked directly at me. "Jenna, you are breathtaking today." "You can see me?" I whispered in disbelief. "Release her, Carrick. What exactly are you attempting?" Alex's words came simultaneously with mine. Carrick looked between us in shocked confusion.

But the baby isn’t the only thing he has been concerned about. He has been worried about me, too. My eyes, mostly. Yes, I must rely on my senses to move through the world, for I cannot see. I was not born blind—my darkness came from an accident seven years ago. In that moment, I was trying to protect my husband, and the injuries I suffered took my sight from me.

His outline shifted, a soft smudge against the bright room. “We will talk about that,” he began carefully, “but first I need to know how you feel. Do you feel numb anywhere? Can you move your fingers?” “I cannot see,” I whispered. My throat tightened. “Everything looks… wrong. I cannot make out your face. I cannot make out anything.” “You are partially blind,” he said gently. “And partially Deaf. It is temporary. Your body went through something very traumatic. You will heal in time. I only need you to trust that I am here to help you.”

… Six months later, at a get-together, I heard that Melanie had hit rock bottom. The people she'd smeared finally caught up with her. After a brutal beating, she slunk off to the sticks and married a man decades older than her. Not long after, she ended up dying from domestic abuse. Matthew didn't fare much better. Prison messed him up bad. His mind gave out, and he ended up in a psychiatric ward. Finally, everyone who hurt me got what they deserved. I took a sip of wine, my eyes drifting to the phone screen flashing with messages.

and Louis' voice was like a plaintive harp, so mournful was its tone, "Maude, once in the very spot where mother is lying now, you said because I was a cripple you would love me all the more. You have kept that promise well, my sister. You have been all the world to me, and now that you are blind I, too, will love you more. I will be your light—your eyes, and when James De Vere comes back—" "No, no, no," moaned Maude, sinking upon the floor. "Nobody will care for me. Nobody will love a blind girl. Oh, is it wicked to wish that I could die, lying here in the sunshine, which I shall never see again?" There was a movement at the door, and Mrs. Kennedy appeared, starting back as her eye fell upo

I leaned on the counter looking through the window, the autumn wind blew outside with whooshing sounds. Or at least that was what it would have sounded like to anyone else. Not me. I was deaf. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my teenage little brother sneaking in through the front door. I sighed and turned my head fully towards him. He froze. Sometimes I wondered if he thought I was blind, too. 2 He looked at me with a sheepish expression. Blue eyes that looked nothing like my dark brown ones were hazy and red. Not again. I gestured for him to sit at the table while I flipped the omlet, before taking the marker and small board, my way of communication with him for five years now. I wro

“They are not only mute but they will be deaf too. That's what often happens when a child can't deal with too high fever. The case you are dealing with is extremely rare, do you know that?” I almost denied it again until I realized what he was saying made a lot of sense. Mute and deaf were conditions that often occured together. When I had a fever as a child and then became mute, then I should also be deaf. “Alpha Daren said you were also cursed. And I slightly suspect that your condition as a Stealer is also a curse.” My shoulders like jumping. I never thought about this before because I was not the only Stealer here. Some women out there must be too.

They laughed at the same time. He wanted to know what organization the pina was they will say but he has no strength. He was confined for two days in a room with an empty stomach, even water. He’s weak ‘cause that’s the truth. “Fuck it! Blessy? Blessy! ” He is deaf. He heard nothing. Slowly he closed his eyes even though he didn't want to do that. Something grabbed his sight and Fender's handsome face became blurred in him. He lost consciousness and darkness enveloped him.

She said dreamily with a smile and my heart clenched at her words. I could almost feel her pain because I'm in a similar situation in reality. Despite not being blind, not being able to speak makes me feel the same pain she does. The inferiority and the abuse has always been the biggest problem of people like us who have disabilities that can't be helped.

“Because vision is a distraction. After not having it for so long, it’s loud in its existence. Being blind, I had to focus on all of my other senses, including internally to survive. She’s saying it’s going to be harder to focus like that with having my eye sight back.” Levantus is still a little confused, but has a small idea of what Odessa and Rowena are saying. “I’m sorry, I’ve never been blind, so I have no idea what it’s like. Or what it really means to focus internally. For me, eye sight is essential. Though, it’s part of what makes me feel that she’s the strongest woman I know. Being able to do the things you have while blind… it’s incredible.” Odessa blushed while Rowena nods her hea