Popopoka Blind Girl Read 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,

sensation in my body stopped. We were still made of ink, but we were solid. We were three people standing in a quiet bedroom in a rainy city. "They... they can't see me anymore," the girl whispered, looking at the blacked-out glass. "I’m alone." "You're not alone," I said. "You have us. For now." The girl stood up, wiping her eyes. She looked at her arm, where the smudged words were now just a messy bruise. "What happens now? My story has no audience. The 'Author' won't know what to do with me."

“Why stop? Keep going. Didn’t you say that in Jacksboro City, whoever you want alive lives, and whoever you wish dead dies? Come on! Hit me here.” I pointed to my head and looked at them with disdain. “Motherfucker! Just you wait! I’ll make sure you die a gruesome death!” Gabriel growled under his breath, pointing his baseball bat at me. “Why? The all-powerful Gabriel is afraid of something?” I raised my voice deliberately, making sure everyone heard me. Whispers began to ripple through the crowd. Gabriel’s face flushed with rage and humiliation. “You are courting death!” “Do you think I won’t touch you just because the armed police are passing by? They’re in the choppers. They can’t see you

"Ms. Todd, are you looking to sell your place? I noticed you wrote that you want it sold in three days? That's so soon." "It's urgent. Please get it done as soon as possible," I said with determination. I had only regained my eyesight for a day, but my emotions were in a mess. I took a taxi home and quickly prepared all the documents I needed to bring to the research team. When I was blind, I thought about how I would not regret anything at all, giving everything up for Sean. At that moment, I found it highly absurd that I would ever think that way.

Saphira did trip going up the stairs but she managed to catch herself. "Our first single lady is Saphira Silverstar. She just came of age last month. Most of you know she’s also completely blind. But she’s still sweet as can be," Alpha Alexander said. Saphira gently waved since she was nervous and hated this before Alpha Alexander started to go down the list of the other girls that were there. Amy Brown, Susie Jackson, Lilly Emerson, Amanda Smith, and Flora Erickson were all from Saphira’s pack. Saphira could hear some other names being called up from the other packs. She soon heard the doors to the ballroom opening with a loud bang. It made everyone jump and fall silent.

It is nothing special—dirt, root, rock—and then it is. A girl walks there, alone. She is twenty-two and bright the way a new coin is bright, recently tossed, not yet landed. She has a quick mouth and a quicker heart and the kind of stubborn that wears out shoes. She is thinking about nothing dramatic: how her hoodie is too warm, why moss is slippery, whether she should’ve gone to brunch instead. She stops because the wind does something impossible. It lifts her hair straight up and whispers, Close your eyes. She doesn’t.

“Did you hear that? Please tell me you all heard that.” “This... this blind bitch is the one who made us? Do you know how ridiculous you sound right now? Midnight Bloom is one of the biggest publishing companies out there. We worked hard to build this place. We did that. “Not some random blind woman who can’t even walk across a hallway without ending up flat on the floor.” She turns back to me, her eyes dripping with fake sympathy. “Sweetheart, if you’re that desperate for attention, just say it. You didn’t have to make up some pathetic fantasy story just to feel important for five minutes.”

Amy couldn't believe Jonah Parker pulled her name out and now both of them were to work together. She felt the look of the other girls on her, and she knew it wasn't because they were happy for her. She was thankful none of them had laser eyes or she would be dead already, as all their looks were icy and somehow murderous.

" He waves me off. I shake my head and go into the house. In my room, I kick off my heels, pull off my skirt and blouse and throw on some old coveralls and a t shirt. I throw up a blank 12 inch by 24-inch canvas. Filling my oil paint tray, I press play on my Bluetooth speaker. The hard guitar starts 'Just A Girl' by No Doubt. "Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights