Writing A Blind Character Novels & Stories

"So, I have a theory that something malicious happened inside our school that made the blind man that angry... to the point he was ghosting the school." My head suddenly ached, feeling the same spinning sensation before. I saw the blind man lying down the library as I have dreamed of. There was only him who's left inside. There was a gun. Probably mom's gun she left. The blind man's right hand hardly tried to reach the gun. A couple of trials and attempts made, until he successfully reached the gun and held it tight. He was bathing in his own blood, as he tried picking up a book placed on the floor. It was old and big. He tried to sit, hardly moving because of his blood lost.

|4 Months Later| The snores from Alana filled the room. Eva sat up in her bed. The pads of her fingers glided across the page of the book. One upside to being blind and reading a book? She didn't need light to read. Eva could read in the dark until her heart's content, Aside from Alana's slight snores and the thumping hearts from everyone inside the PackHouse. The night was quite serene.

The concept of rules and community is so strange to them, and I would not let them ruin everything I have spent my entire life building. “We are ready to leave your Highness,” my beta announced, I nodded curtly before I stalked towards the door and I could hear everyone make way for me. Being blind has its own perks and having a fantastic sense of smell to cover for it is one of the things that the moon goddess did for me that I am proud of. I do not have to see my enemies before I take them and it has helped me stay relevant all these years, and I do not plan to stop now. Especially now that I have found my mates and other alphas might think they have found a way to get to me.

And I made true to my words. I don't know if I was spellbound when I said those words, but l made true to them, and even if I chose not to… There was nowhere else I could run to, or find solace in… except in Calista's arm. No matter how easy and seamless, I paint it – it wasn't an easy thing tor a blind folk to live in a world full of sighted individuals, but Calista understood me perfectly, and she has always been there for me. I always knew my mate Calista was special. She was fierce, strong, and beautiful, even though I couldn't see her.

It amused him to no end. Meanwhile, most of the brand-new JSS1 students had their eyes almost popping out of their sockets as they saw Niyi meandering down the path leading to the assembly hall, with her cane in one hand and her dog’s leash in the other. Bolaji could almost hear their brains whizzing. Wow, there’s a blind student in this school! How does she read? How does she write? Does her dog bite? Bolaji remembered thinking the same questions six years ago too, when had first seen Niyi. Not that he had bothered to learn how afterwards, in the two years they had been in the same class, since SS1. All he knew was what he had learned in JSS1, when he had still been somewhat interested in h

The blind lady took a step towards me, smiling. "Welcome back, my alpha." The blind lady said. Her eyes shone a gray with a golden rim. My eyes widened. "What the hell!!"

My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full. Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything. But I needed my eyes for one thing… "Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.

The drive lasted up to an hour plus that’s if I was right with my calculations or not. I thought they would be taking the blindfold off but I was wrong. This means just one thing, they are going to take it off when we finally enter the room they are keeping him. I finally understand how life was for the blind,like how do they survive without their sights? It will be so frustrating to know someone will have to guide your steps every second and master the environment as well. I thank the Lord for my sight anyway. They finally took off the blindfold and here I am, with my brother, Ezra still unconscious and being supported with a lot of machines and I saw a young man in his twenties wearing a b

, some kind of popular brand, but this was the first time I perceived it. After taking a shower, I wear my PJs, I was sited on my bed reading a book. Braille is a system of raised dots that can be read with the fingers by people who are blind. The doors open, I can tell right away it was Jesse who walked in, I have his scent and steps mastered. He gets on the bed, I drop my book and lay on the bed "Is she gone now?". "Honey, look, she's just a maid, why are you so worried about it?".

He's definitely using my current blindness to his advantage. I manage to slap his hand away from me. "First of all, if you value your ability to breathe, you won't call me a dumbass. Second of all, I didn't know. It's not like I can see what I am wearing. I can feel the fabric on my skin, and that's enough for me. As long as I'm not naked." No person in a hospital bed should explain themselves, especially not a blind one. I swear, if he seems intelligent sometimes, he's doing his best to dumb himself down by double the next moment.