Novel & Cerita Female Leg Amputee Fiction Stories

I died on a rainy day. The vibrant maple leaves, usually scattered across the mountainside, were nowhere to be seen because Conrad Reese couldn't wait any longer. I tumbled down the steps, blood pooling beneath me. But he wasn't satisfied. He shoved me down the stairs again and again, each time more forcefully. The pain was so intense that I could barely make a sound, but I still couldn't help but ask, "Why… are you doing this?" I didn't understand.

But, after a while, I felt the slightest of pressure against my calf, so slight as to be almost imperceptible, which made me doubt the sensation. My eyes dropped down and I saw that his leg was touching mine, the roughness of the fabric of his jeans creating an interesting sensation against my bare flesh. Hmmmm. I wondered what to do next. By rights, of course, I should give him a sharp kick at the very least, or stamp on his foot with my lethal stiletto heel. Then he’d get the message. But while I was deciding, I allowed myself to savour the sensation a little longer, which wasn’t exactly unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. So when I felt fingertips trailing gently across my thighs, I

The beauty she had once been so proud of was gone, replaced by dark red frostbite scars and burn marks. The long, slender legs she used to have had now been replaced by two cold prosthetic ones. She was shivering in the wind, and her eyes held nothing but absolute regret and despair. She struggled to shift her weight forward, then let herself fall from the wheelchair onto the icy, wet courthouse steps with a heavy thud, landing on her knees.

Previous partners had left him for so much less. Perhaps it was a relief that just then his leg started to really bother him. The amputated one. He attempted to groan but it came out as a pained whimper. How do you soothe hurt in something that no longer exists? Desperate to do something, anything, he scratched and clawed at his stump, too out of it to worry about making things worse. The flame like discomfort grew and lessened in awful waves, teasing him and never going away.

I couldn't help but smack myself in the face, exclaiming, "Casey! It's not time for love! What do you think you are? You expect a prince to save you from your bad life, right?" As I cry, I hold my breath because I'm thinking about Cedric, who used to be my boyfriend but is now the one who wants to kill me. Lucky for me, I'm still living. I started crying when I thought I couldn't move my legs, and it made me think of everything that happened yesterday. When the doctor came in, he told me everything. But all I could think about was what would happen if I lost my legs. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry about it. You won't lose your legs, but you will be unable to move for months. As lon

He’s sorry for what he did but he should not be driven by awe, especially at this time. “I know what I am doing is wrong but it is the only thing that I can do. Nobody accepts me at work because I am disabled. You see, my right leg is amputated. They don’t want a disabled man in their working place.” The fisherman slowly stretched his feet from kneeling. He lifted up the pants he is wearing and there, the wooden prosthetic leg that extends from the knee to the toe is shown.

I initially do go to the bathroom without my wheelchair, but I didn't want to come crawling out here like a baby later and have her sad again. Slowly, I gritted my teeth while staring at my reflection in the mirror. My heart felt like it was being ripped off my chest. My eyes glistened with tears, but I fought them back at all costs because I have promised myself not to be pathetic. I grabbed the sink and helped myself up from the wheelchair. It was tough before I could stand up, but sadly, I couldn't feel my legs. It felt as though they were just there. No, it didn't feel like it. They were just there. I was as good as an amputated person. I stared at my reflection, disgusted at myself. I h

"Why can't you walk, what happened?" "It was an accident too, I was travelling with mom and dad and dad lost control while driving that was what grandma told me though." She sounded smart and Ben admired that. "I know they both died in the accident and I'm here, my two legs are badly injured and the Doctor told grandma that they might amputate the legs but she thinks I don't know what that means, it means to cut off my legs right?" She asked Ben. "Right aunty? And I won't have legs anymore, I won't be able to walk anymore and my classmates and schoolmates will laugh at me, and give me the title of the girl with no legs." She burst into tears. "My crutches are still useful, at least I use the

“Not all the time, and not often, but today, to no fault of your own, was just barely too much for me.” The sound of the eye of the stove clicking to a lower temperature drew Bo’s eyes. Oscar was looking at him now, a solemn look in his eyes as he waited for Bradley to continue. Despite his dislike of the woman who claimed to be his therapist, she had some points that Bradley would share with any one of his patients. “I’m an amputee.” The words came quickly and suddenly, spilling across lips that were not prepared for them. “I mean, well, I’m missing my leg. My right leg is, from the middle of my thigh down and I never know how to tell people because there is always some form of dissimulatio

Now, he was a shell of himself, and she moved to the seat at his side, wiping a tear off her cheek. “You look like shit,” she whispered to him and earned a smile. “I feel like it,” he whispered back, “I heard one of the doctors say something about amputating my leg. Don’t let them take my leg.” “Sonny, this is why you don’t fuck around with diabetes and wounds.” “Look at us, a pair of babies,” he muttered and reached a weathered hand to wipe a tear off his own cheek. “Ruthie would have beaten me into the dirt,” he admitted sadly.