Writing A Blind Character Novels & Stories

I remarked. If I remembered right, it was the same one Melanie wore on that little vacation with Matthew. She'd even posted about it on Twitter. It was a photo of Matthew on one knee, holding a bouquet of roses. The caption read, "I told him I wanted to see the ocean, and he dropped everything to book the trip. How lucky am I to be loved like this?" Matthew looked away, guilt flickering across his face. I didn't bother saying more. As I turned to leave, I just said, "Sign the papers already. No point dragging this out."

Mini nodded her head. "I believe you." She said, clearing her throat to probably get rid of the lip forming within, and nodded to the stairs. "We should go." She said. "They're probably waiting for us." Mini and I walked the rest of the way in silence. She led me to the gym she mentioned earlier, where Ollen and Sam were sparing. I stood by the door and watched the two me. Despite being blind, Ollen was not at a disadvantage, as one might think. He moves swiftly, blocks attacks from his beta, and throws his own punches. He barely missed the other man, hitting at every chance he got.

I was the artist I once was again, and it hadn't been as hard as I thought it would be. Despite my nearly blind state, I was able to rely on my memory of colors, my perception of shapes, and my passion for painting to keep creating—slowly and effortfully. Thus, I poured all of my energy into my craft as the seasons passed. The physical fatigue and mental pressure had been overwhelming. Most of the time, I would work until I could no longer lift a brush and my eyes could no longer see color. However, I never gave up. Fortunately, all those late nights of hard work paid off. After a long period of focused practice, I finally released a new series of artwork.

I rush as I scanned the menu I knew all too well. "Okay, fine, the food should be ready soon," he informs me as he looks around the place. I wonder what he could see, I mean, obviously he could see auras now but does that he could see faint objects or outlines of things? What would it be like if you're blind? What if I was blind? "What is it like being blind?" the words tumble out of my mouth without permission and I quickly slap a hand around my mouth and feel guilty for saying it. He notices my apologetic stare and gives me a comforting smile.

I groaned, laying on my back with a thud, too lazy to shift back into my human form. Alex did the same, laying beside me as we stared up at the moon. "So do I but he's good at what he does. Very effective too." I scoffed. "He's pushy and rude." "That he is." He nodded. "So, is he blind in both his human and wolf form?" "No. Just in his human form." I turned to Alex when he said that. "Who did that to him?" "He was born blind, Ciara." I frowned. "Is that possible?"

After Declan left, Deirdre stretched out her hand and felt for the business card placed on the bedside table. The business card was made of sturdy materials, just like the man’s mannerisms. The corners of the business card felt so sharp it could cut through skin, and the writing etched onto the card's surface could be felt just by touching it with one's fingers. Brendan had come prepared. He knew she was blind, so he left a business card she could read with her touch.

The sound of the ripping parchment is loud in the silent hall. Julian flinches again. I fold the pieces together and tear them again. I keep going until the document is nothing but a handful of white scraps. I open my fingers. The white pieces flutter down to the marble floor. They land on Marcella’s damp skirt. They land on Julian’s polished shoes. “Three years ago, I was blind,” I say to him. “I thought love was a duty. I thought if I bled enough for your people, you would finally see me as a human being.”

For a split second, something unreadable passed between us. Then she shrugged. “Blind people usually have kind hearts,” she said lightly. “But hers is as dark as night.”

I take a slow breath and write the only word that feels right. **Safe word: Green** A tiny, nervous laugh escapes me. How fitting for the “boring” girl. I fold the paper, set the pen down, and pick up the blindfold. The silk is cool and smooth against my fingers. My pulse spikes as I slip it over my eyes and tie it securely behind my head. Darkness swallows everything. Suddenly the only things I can sense are the faint scent of leather and sandalwood in the air, the low thrum of music, and the frantic beat of my own heart.

“I don't know when either but I hope it will be as soon as possible. After all, losing my eyesight is equivalent to vulnerability.” “We won't tell it, Luna! We won't tell anyone about your eyes!” they swore. Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle. “It doesn't matter if it got known that I was blind.” “But why? Would it be showing vulnerability just like you said?” Garrick frowned. “It's fine, the enemies would be thrilled to hear it.” The corner of my lips raised. “Besides, they already know that I have become blind. Just think of me as their bait since for them, it would be easy to get the blind woman.”