Stories tagged “blind”
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Not quite a tap,
I could smell the thunderstorm. Every time I smell them up until now, I shook uncontrollably. Not quite a tap, but nowhere near as hard as the loud ‘pop’ made it seem. Now, the sound itself? That was horrible. You could hear the cracking of...
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slightly louder than a heart beat
Do you understand the rain? It’s an easy thing for a blind man to comprehend. Rain falls from the sky and makes you wet. I hear it’s hard to see in the rain. For some of us, it’s hard to see regardless. I like the rain. I like things ...
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Unexpected Changes
He couldn’t remember much of the accident. He remembered it had been a long day. Then he remembered the pain, and the car feeling like it was sideways. He found it weird that it was night, as he’d been driving in the afternoon. He must̵...
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Sanguine Tune
Garret slumped forward. The pain at the base of his skull tore through his head like a wildfire. Attempting to fight through the overwhelming agony, he shifted around to see who had struck him. It was much too dark, he worried. What had happened to the...
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Trap
So, where are you? Is the sun out? I can’t feel any warmth on my face. The ground feels soft and earthy and – wait, why are your shoes and socks off? Ok, let’s feel around here. What’s this, is this a tree? Feels like bark but w...
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Birthday Party
You always find yourself amidst conflict when you least expect it. Just when I was having the time of my life is when I found myself spinning in the dark, blindfolded. Eventually, the spinning stopped. I stood, dazed, with my weapon in hand, regaining ...
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Sunlight and Shadows
He found it curious how she always sat facing the sun. When it set she would stay in the very same spot, waiting for it to rise again so that she could watch its trip across the sky. He would occasionally watch her from the shadows. Finally, after curi...
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She Wanders Lost
She wanders lost Forever blind Always running out of time She wanders lost Through streets of embers Always encouraging her to Forget… Or maybe Remember? She wanders lost Through time and space Maybe its time To throw this race? She wanders lost...
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All the Colors In This Dark Room
There’s a clatter on the far end of the room, maybe from the kitchen. Laughter to my left, a woman coughs by the bar. The clock hits twelve. Midnight, that is. The magic hour. The rules dissolve, the music kicks up, and the pulse flows through ev...
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A Living Death
Huddled in perpetual fetal position, she gazed listlessly out at her pitch-black surroundings. Somewhere deep within the lonely recesses of her tired mind, a memory stirred, reminding her of who, where, why she was. Blind and deaf, she could only feel....
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A New Chapter of Evil
Baraam pushed open the door. It was too quiet for a household of seven. “Siami?” The man who spoke was slender, with a face that most agreed was cruel. He looked wary now. Siami belonged to him, and while he wasn’t afraid of letting a...
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The First Step
The scene hadn’t changed. The blind prostitute still sat among her dead children, carefully transforming one book into another. Baraam whispered, “I don’t recognize the language she’s writing in.” The seer’s face dra...
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Open My Heart
Opening up my heart Is the hardest part. It makes me vulnerable, It makes logic bleak. Everything is blind in love. It has consequences. But a closed heart Never really lives, Never finds warmth, Never finds happiness. A closed heart, It may be easy, B...
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Blind Date
“You’ve never slit someone’s throat before?” I don’t know why she sounded so surprised. “It’s not something I usually have on my list, no.” I replied, poking at my coffee cake. “I’ve slit six." she said. &qu...
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Cruel Cocoon
cruel residual jewel of venomous emptiness— in the dual mirror— a visual temptress stepping naked coming nearer; you can’t hear her spreading palm down on your chest with pink painted fingernails impaling, pulling off flesh dressed b...
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February Air.
The cold chill was dying her cheeks crimson. The wind blew her to the core, striking where she shivers most. She heard footsteps approaching and knew it was him before he spoke. He took light steps, the snow beneath his feet barely crunched under his w...
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Blind Date
It was terribly frustrating. Infuriating, even. But who could I be mad at? Not at them; they were all pretty, really. But it never failed to happen. We would meet, exchange compliments and smiles, go into a bistro, unravel our charms over a pretzelR...
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DAMN YOU
My love strikes fear in you shaking – our first kiss Years pass fear of losing fear of cheating cease to exist lines are crossed Where love was blind Is now where love was lost Your love so deceiving I led life believing Letting go of our love w...
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Thanks for the Memories
One day, my roommate didn’t return from his checkup. Stuck together for almost a year, and then suddenly all alone. Despite my current circumstances, nothing made me more aware of my own mortality than the day my roommate didn’t return. As ...