How To Write Blind Characters Novels & Stories

The doctor answered in a flustered manner, "Y-yes! It says from Agatha Moore to Mr. Paul McArthney." The angry assistant restrained himself from raising his voice as there were many people around, but he still sharply remarked, "Are you fucking telling me a blind person left that letter? I thought doctors have high IQs?" Paul was also staring daggers at the baldie wearing a white coat. He was also skeptical about this whatever letter because it was hard to believe that a disoriented blind person would be able to write it. It was just pure stupidity. A blind girl writing? The first problem they would have to consider was how she managed to fork out a pen and a piece of paper when her conditio

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Put it away. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing herself to calm her panicked breathing. She visualized pushing the heat back down into her chest, locking the golden light away beneath layers of meek obedience. When she opened her eyes again and looked into the basin, her pupils had returned to their normal, dull hue.

Mrs Davis hugged her closely to her heart. Anastasia could feel some water drops on her dress and she knew Mrs. Davis was crying herself. She was whispering sweet things and comforting words to Anastasia . "You know if I had the power, I would let you stay here, right?" Mrs. Davis said between sobbing . "Who would employ someone like me, blind and useless? I don't even have any educational background. The orphanage wasn't getting enough money so they couldn't afford a braille for me." Anastasia was condemning herself in her brain.

Zane was battling a storm of emotions within. Did he still need paperwork to prove that the woman seated as far away from him as she possibly could was Jay? Her voice… She was Jay. Did she really think he wouldn’t recognize her? Or did she forget that once, when he was blind, all that made him familiar to her was her voice? That her voice was the only thing that separated her from literally everything else, and thus it was etched in his very soul. Her voice, even when mixed with other voices in the background, would stand out. That’s how familiar she sounded to him.

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.

"Thank you, Diana. I appreciate your consideration." There was a long silence before Diana spoke again. "Your Highness, may I ask you a question?" Damon sighed. "Of course, Diana." "Are you afraid of the dark?" Diana asked. Damon hesitated before answering. "No, I am not afraid of the dark. I have been blind since birth, so I have never known anything else." Diana was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "I see. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Where were we and who were these people? "Who are you?" A strong feminine voice asked me, from that direction, she felt like she was in front of me, but still, I looked to my side, they had to know I was blind and pity me. "Hello," I said with a shaky voice, stretching my hand to see if I could feel anyone. Suddenly, Lance had no words again. He wasn't speaking to me, my mind was so distant and quiet. "I am lost and blind, please where am I?"

“As I’ve thought… Got it.” Czaquira ready her pen and paper while Blair was dictating the code they needed to decipher. The letter’s too tiny for them and Blair has 20/20 vision. She could easily read the characters unlike the others inside that special room. “R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21

I asked, pointing at books on bookshelves that were written in the same style as the one in my hand. "Those are books printed in Braille." She replied calmly. "I was once blind. But after I turned into a werewolf, I regained my sight. I still like to read my old books though. My imagination runs more wild when I close my eyes and just let the story unfold beneath my fingers. Each raised dot carries a distinct presence, forming a delicate tapestry of information that only the fingertips can decipher."