Stories tagged “deaf”
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The Static Broken
It was like a static hum, crisp air snapping beside the spots where he knew his ears were. He couldn’t describe it—it was so new, intangible—a feeling. The four senses, he could understand, but this one—this was a door that was ...
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A Silent World
Harold’s world was colorful, scented, textured, and even flavored, but very quiet. Harold was born deaf. This didn’t stop him. He was up and running the minute his legs could support him. he climbed to the highest branches to see the whole ...
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Hideaway and Lullaby
“Pity,” Miss Schumann signed, frowning in a good-natured way. Harold made his cross face and signed back, “What?” Smiling as she looked around Harold’s room, his new room, his perfectly sound-proofed room, “You regai...
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Ask About The Rain
I was lucky that day in the rain. So don’t ask me if I know who I am. Don’t say I need to know what I want to become. Ask me about the rain. Ask me about the water splattering on my face, because on that day I found something. Freedom. Free...
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deaf
Rammstein rocks. She can’t hear me, her eardrums have burst!
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Can't I take you anywhere?
“Home,” he signs to me. “Home. Want.” Always thus, we leave.
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Slow Deaf Children Ahead (ficly challenge)
We’d been driving for hours, my family and I. And finally, we were almost home. But of course, there was another detour. So, we turn down this street, and low and behold, there it was. Spread out past the sign was a field of infinite green pastur...
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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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Not Normal, But Not Disabled
The only thing I hear are my thoughts. Born with one less sense, I hear no whispers from a lovers lips Or Crying from a new born baby. I do feel the vibrations from the claps of family, And the stomping of a playful child. I may have no knowledge of so...
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Sound
The waves crashed on the rocky atlantic coast below as on the cliff above Duncan stood. The sun over head, the sky the softest blue without a puffy cloud in the sky. The grass blew wistfully left to right and back again as the soft wind caressed itR...
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Staying in Silence
When I woke up, there was silence. The apartment was quiet. It was only as I noticed the stillness in my home that I stretched out my senses beyond, listening further. No birds chirped outside my window. No cars honked angrily on the street. No trains ...