My Brother, the Good Man Snow falls from the black sky, dancing in the moonlight. The soft crystals caress the girls porcelain skin, delicately balanced on the lashes that cover her frosty blue eyes. It is here that she sleeps, sleeping for the rest of eternity, never to wake again.My Brother, the Good Man4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
That girl with the porcelain skin and the auburn hair had never been a normal child. She had no parents to belong to, and no true home. All she had was a man she called Brother. Now, there she lies, her body cold, her heart never to beat again.
How do I know all of this?
Once upon a time, I was that girl.
My life, when I had one, was not the happiest life you could have lead. I traveled, alone and lost, seen but not found. I left my home at five years of age, being unable to handle it anymore. I stole for food, I scavenged for water. Never could I stay in one place. It was too risky. By the time I was eight, I had