A Single Stroke ✔️

A Single Stroke ✔️

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Emery Cohen loves to paint. Painting is his heart and soul; it is the very reason he exists. He believes all it takes to change the world is to add a splash of color in all the gray places. He quickly learns nothing is so simple. Emery can hardly keep his grades up. His dad is an alcoholic and his mom died when he was young. He's told he likely won't even make it to graduation. But those are only components of the gray world; something that can't consume him as long as he has a paintbrush and some paints. Living life in color means doing what you want, embracing your talents, maybe even falling in love and giving color to those in need of it. But what happens when you give all the color you have to the rest of the world? And what if the only thing that gives you color--your paintbrush--gets lost in the gray world, too? *** Started: 11/21/16 Finished: 6/21/17
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Colors were what I had. I didn't need anything else. When I was little, my dad once told me: "You're so very gifted. You're just like your mother." That was the first time I ever told him about the colors. From that day on I would write what colors i saw and what I thought they meant. But everyday that I discovered new colors outside of our little house, the colors from inside the house faded and left a dull grey in its place. The grey consumed my father but I refused to let it consume me too. So I painted. I painted the colors to keep the grey away. I painted them so I wouldn't forget what they looked like. But... then there was Miles McKillen and I was introduced to a whole new arrangement of colors. As a boy who struggled with the death of his mother and a depressed father, Evan had found his own way to keep himself from falling into depression as well. He meets a rugged boy named Miles and soon his life picks up at an alarming rate. Evan is faced with more hardship than anyone could ever ask for and Miles does his best to keep the Many Colors of Evan Peterman alive.

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