Desimare

The FireFlies GraveChapter one:"The planes are coming!" the last thing i heard before my family left for the shelter. The last thing before the roaring, harsh sound of many engines flying for our small town. I looked through the darkness and saw only the lifeless body of a boy, pure white hair, faint blue eyes, maybe about the age of fifteen. He lay against a great oak that had long lost its leaves for the year and stood bare, covered in dull snow mixed with ash. He could only breath, he could not move, nor could he speak, but he could hear, he could see. Many people passed him up, "he's homeless just leave him alone" they would say one af...