Writing A Blind Character 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,

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

“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.”

He lost his balanced and fell backward, he sat down on the floor and didn’t bother standing up. “What am I gonna do with you.” “What if there a ghost here or something. Or what if I wake up in the morning and I saw another blind somebody.” “It would be perfect won’t it?” He gestured. “Everything would be complete. The homeless, the blind , the dumb and maybe a deaf someone. We could just turn the house into...” “Are you always saying nonsense Dixon.” “Ms. Teresa.”

He moves with a raw power, each step a testament to his untamed determination. Swift as a shadow, I rely not on sight but on the subtle shifts in the soundscape surrounding me. The whoosh of air, the brush of fabric, the faint rustle of muscles in motion—all contribute to the intricate tapestry of this blindfolded encounter. My mind becomes a canvas of strategy, calculating their every move before they even act. I exploit the gaps in their approach, ducking and dodging with razor-sharp timing. The seconds stretch into an eternity, the suspense building with each passing moment.

“Watch your words, lady. I’m the one who wrote that. I know it’s not neat, but I wanted to write the conditions myself.” “You have employees, right? Why not just have them type it for you? You’re making things harder for yourself, bl—” “I prefer things written by my own hand,” he interrupted, his tone firm but calm. “Even if I can’t see, it doesn’t mean I’ve lost control over my life—or my business.” That shut me up. For a moment, I felt a strange mix of respect and pity—mostly respect, though. He might be blind, but he clearly wasn’t helpless.

Mikhail I stand at the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth filling my senses. My blindness sharpens my other senses, making the world around me more vivid in ways most can't comprehend. Being blind hasn't made me weak. In fact, it's made me stronger, more ruthless. A cruel smirk appears on my face when I recall what happened to those who considered me weak and challenged me. I can still feel the warmth of their blood on my skin as I tore them limb from limb with my bare hands. Those bastards weren't even worthy of fighting against my wolf; even in my human form, they were no match for my strength.

He was acting so amicable it was weird He could have easily opened the envelope and see what was in it instead of delegating it to me as if it was a team work I went to him and got the envelope, opened it and inside was a letter. I enlarged it to read its contents and then it suddenly hit me I could not read! I mean, I have been blind for most my life and relied on my palm to read, I have only ever known Braille but now he was asking me to read a letter with actual words on it for him

He questioned, “How will the princess be able to read such a book?” Yuna clarified, “As you can tell, there are a bunch of bumps on the pages and the front cover. Most people that are blind are known to have heightened senses. In exchange for the loss of eyesight, they have a heightened sense for smell, touch, and hearing. I’ve developed this book for the princess because she could use touch to decipher the writing.” Everyone that heard Yuna was shocked beyond words. How could this little girl come up with such a clever way to help the princess. No one would have imagined that this little girl had the capability to create something so extraordinary. Both Minho and Jimin had their mouths open

Matty walked Briella to the podium and tapped her elbow lightly to stop her in front of the microphone, and Lila marveled at the small system they had developed with one another. “My name is Briella,” she began, and the entire gathering went so quiet you could hear the wind move wistfully through the trees. “My friends call my Brie,” she explained and then Azreal’s worst nightmare began to unfold, “she’s blind,” someone yelled from the crowd and as Azreal began to growl Briella touched her father's arm but addressed the crowd.