Collection of Short Stories

Mother Earth

Her hair was brown like fresh soil churned after a long winter night. Her eyes deep yet clear like the ocean kissing the shore. Her touch like silk after a fresh shower. She was beautiful, her friends adoring her of her beauty and kindness. She attracted smiles to others faces and became a sign of hope for most. But it didn't stay like that.
Her hair began to wither and fall out, crushed by poverty and hunger. Her eyes began to fog over and grow dark, the blue turning to the color of oil. Her touch soon to sandpaper as it hurt to move and feel others. Her friends leaving but her kindness staying as she smiled through the pain. It's sad...