She met someone.
Someone who struggled like her.
Someon who shared her same soul.
She was beautiful.
Her skin as dark as the earh , her eyes as stormy as a thunder while her heart was made out of flowers.
And for the firts time Isabelle felt carefree and ...happy.
They would talek about everything.
The wolrd, politics, their hate for Trump, their hate for oppression yet the need to fit in.
When she laughed Annabelle laughed.
When she cried Annabelle was filled with sadness.
And though they did not share the same god,
And though where Annabelles hair was curling freely, hers was coverd by a beautiful blue scarf,
And though she did not go to church like Annabelle,
they were the same.
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colors of society #wattys2017 [completed]
Short StoryWe all come in different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yet, white describes the only color society accepts, brown is cursed and judged, black is deemed, pink represents the innocence society is so obsessed with. Another unhealthy obsession a...
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