Writing A Blind Character Novels & Stories

Probably curious, probing, as if she was trying to get something out of me. My lips curved into a faint smile. The fact that she was looking all naive was something. I doubt she even realized that I am blind. How many months did I get myself into this? The stares, the questions that no one wanted to ask. But then, I had to brace myself because of people like her that are negligent. I had studied sensory substitution, even at my lowest. I wouldn't allow anyone to see that vulnerable side of me. No, Never. Dumbass Woman.

The clean cut of this blind man told everyone that he’s not simple despite his disability. “I may be blind, but I’m not deaf you know,” The blind man said before piercing his sword at the severed right arm hand on the ground and bringing it to his other hand to touch the severed arm. “Oh? Did I just cut your arm? Sorry, I didn’t see it, I just want to disarm you. Here, get it back!” The blind man throws the severed arm back to its owner. Both accomplices viciously glaring at the blind man and cautiously move around the blind man avoid creating any unnecessary noise, but the ground is covered with leaf and grass with these two accomplices meager cultivation at the Master Grade of Spirits Warr

“You’re right.” I didn’t wait for a response. I turned and walked away, my footsteps echoing in the too-quiet hallway. Oh my goodness. The thought was a desperate, silent scream. He was blind. Beautifully, tragically blind. And his blindness was a weapon he didn’t know he was handing to our potential executioner.

"Oh, father, do not act like you care if anyone pisses on Reynolds' grave or not. If you did, you'd have trained him like you did us." "Precisely." Another man this time around, coming from the shadows from the other side. He has the same face as the previous presence. I think they are twins but this current man has a distinct character. He looks...blind, however, he seems less like his condition. If anything, I could swear he isn't blind. No, in fact, both the twins have distinct characters. While one is blind, the other which was the first I saw, has a claw mark around the left side of his neck. I can't imagine the pain he passed through while it was fresh.

When he tried to comfort me, I rejected him, "Stop pretending! I don't want to hear it!" He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, just staring at me blankly. His eyes showed rare regret, but I had no interest in forgiving him. Nathan's gaze shifted from my hardened profile to my leg. He suddenly frowned, "Your leg... it's bleeding badly." The left leg of my pants was stained with an alarming patch of red. Blood was dripping down my calf onto the car mat, a horrifying sight. "Thanks to you, this leg might be ruined forever."

An omega. A virgin. A strong fighter. A sex slave. Valen listed all the attributes and the line kept moving until the voice that was now begging belonged to the person in front of me. “Who is next?” Someone asked, scribbling in a notebook. “It's the blind mutt” I could hear a round of laughter at the joke. Even without sight, I felt every stare; their sharp, heavy and unrelenting gazes on me. But I didn't say anything, knowing I didn't have the right to speak.

“i..i…am sorry for eavesdropping, I swear I simply got lost in the hallway…” “tsk tsk tsk of course you will be get lost...stupid, you are blind!...blind people get lost all the time, no big deal…but out of all places to be you had to be right here in front of the royal office…right, Like a bitch on heat.” The venomous girl kept drawing close to the blind one as she threw out verbal missiles upon missiles of insults as if making sure to smear it all over the pitiful girl. “No…no…it’s, it’s not true…not true” Hannah stuttered as she stepped backwards.

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

Zane was battling a storm of emotions within. Did he still need paperwork to prove that the woman seated as far away from him as she possibly could was Jay? Her voice… She was Jay. Did she really think he wouldn’t recognize her? Or did she forget that once, when he was blind, all that made him familiar to her was her voice? That her voice was the only thing that separated her from literally everything else, and thus it was etched in his very soul. Her voice, even when mixed with other voices in the background, would stand out. That’s how familiar she sounded to him.

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