Surfer That Lost Her Arm Novels & Stories

She was just trying to enjoy the little moments in life. She was self-aware and she understood that no one would fall for her. He took care of her probably because he pitied her for having only one arm. She continued to struggle with the crabs alone. She pressed it down on the table and peeled off the shell with her mouth. However, it was still inconvenient for her. Now that she had lost an arm, she truly thought having two arms was such a blessing. Ten minutes later, Reuben reappeared with a disturbed expression. "Reuben, look, I'm eating crabs with one hand. Ain't I amazing?" Eli said happily.

She had a pretty face, but her face was disfigured by an ugly tattoo on her forehead, which read “THIEF.” She was also armless. Both of her wolf claws were chopped off!

Fuck! Then, we stayed floating on the water while we take a rest from that extreme experience of being under the water without equipment. Thankfully, the chopper seems gone already. The heavy breathing of the woman who saved my life was all I could hear, and I followed her gaze as she looks sadly at the wrecked cruise ship that my buddy, Mr. Laurie, who is having a birthday, owned. Goodbye, my old friend. "We are not dead?" I let out under my breath as I could feel my system getting weaker from the thought of what we have just survived from. Suddenly, there was a light that lit from her hold. Oh, she got her camera hanging around her neck the whole damn time.

She wiped it with the back of her hand, then raised herself to seat, crossed legs. She was sad that her teacher and friend had to die into the same waves she claimed could never hurt one. Jocelyn had dropped surfing ever since the death and had resolved not to ever set her feet into this beach. However, that morning proved the fact that nature had its way of doing things.

“Fera?!” She looks injured, her arm in a human looking cast, her face battered, dried blood still staining her clothes which makes me think that she hasn’t been here recently. I hobble towards and her gait is also uneven as she covers the remaining distance. She wraps her uninjured arm around my shoulders and I burst into tears, “I’m so glad you’re alive!” I can’t move my forearms because the bone has regrown in a twisted way but I don’t care.

Clara had mentioned that Coco had injured her leg badly. It would be very difficult for someone who was once healthy to cope with life after being disabled. Summer understood this more than anyone. Her once-perfect hand was now missing a finger. Even though she had proven her innocence and shown that she wasn’t mentally ill but had been persecuted, that finger was gone forever. She inevitably got strange looks from others in her daily life and work. Summer managed to keep her face straight as she watched Coco walk, but Hayden couldn’t help but cry out, "Aunt Coco, what happened to your leg?"

As he spoke, he glanced at Kiran's cast. At first, the latter only had a wound on his back, but everything changed when he fell into the sea and spent more than an hour in it. Not only did his wound worsen, but his blood seemed to have also attracted an unknown predator from the depths of the sea, which almost bit his arm into halves. By the time the rescuers pulled Kiran up, his arm was in a gruesome state of mutilation. The jagged, snapped half of his bone was exposed for all to see. His arm wasn't the only issue here; even his leg got bitten as well.

she whispered as our backs pressed together, turning towards the guards. “On the count of three. One, two, three,” I shouted, and we lunged forward. With a swift motion, I removed the prosthetic hand from my arm, revealing the sword hidden within. Losing my left arm had been a significant setback when I first woke, but thanks to the woman who saved me, I quickly trained with my right hand and adapted to my new prosthetic. It became a part of me, and I mastered it.

I pleaded but tears flowed uncontrollably and I was moved, i had to be the logical one, I had to be the one of us who doesn't give up. “She’s just scared” I explained, “we all are,” someone said from across the room before walking over to us, she had her left arm removed and she was pregnant, “it's okay Sarah I’d like to handle the new brides,” she said, Sarah took a long displeasing look at the weeping Kira before turning to me. “Make sure she shuts the hell up, im not going to bed whipped because she can't face her new reality” she stated, she turned to the other woman.

she screamed as she cradled her bleeding forearm to her chest. The pain was excruciating, her body shook from the throbbing pain. Her fingers down to her elbow had been severed cleanly leaving her with only her bicep. Her left hand tried to stop the blood from gushing out. "Kira, what happened?" three beautiful-looking ladies with wings attached to their backs, chorused as they rushed into the tent. They were all dressed in white sarongs with golden sashes around their waist. "My arm, he took off my arm!" she cried 'that son of a bitch took my arm".