Genre - Short Story. You are on the page - 69
His hands glided his way up my arm, grazing bruises as he did so, every last one had indications of lust or anger surrounding it, however the perpetual possibility of love remains. Now, like the sky above us, he was no longer beautiful. The palette of blues pinks and oranges faded only to be replaced with a deep dark black...
As I look up into the stars I see nothing but darkness kind of like I feel inside. I wonder if this is normal maybe not for anyone else but for me to decide .
Nicole Smith, was just 4 year old when her life changed. When her mother died and no ne knew why.
The past is gone but not forgotten by this young boy named White Hawk; he has a rare gift some people may say. His parents do not have an answer on why he stares at nothing for a period of time. He gets angry when you ask a certain question. He sees a shadow figure, not quite sure what it is yet. He dosen't think anything of it yet. The old ones sees it as a gift from the Creator, and White Americans say differently.
