WHAT AM I?: Nephilim WHAT AM I?: Nephilim
A teen boy gets killed, but trades his soul for another chance. He changes. A girl notices the new boy with silver eyes.


A Story by Victoria

She sat beside me, her hair blowing out the window, as she sang, out of tune but exuberant. The smell of salt and sunshine, a California smell, blew in threw the window, as she inhaled and turned to me, brown eyes shining as she uttered her first I love you. Things have never been so clear as they were in that moment the freckles on her nose, the blue of the passing ocean, and that California smell. Stunned, I muttered an I love you back although hers will always be better than mine. She's passionate, honest, trusting, she's California. 

© 2017 Victoria

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Tenderly fragrant with her sacred scent. I grew up near San Francisco and lived a few years in LA. Your words awakened this world I'm missing so much right now. Beautifully voiced.

Posted 2 Months Ago

smell --> scent or perfume or similar.

Posted 3 Months Ago

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Added on June 24, 2017
Last Updated on June 24, 2017



reedley, CA

im a 16 year old short story writing is my favorite. more..

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