An aspiring activist, storyteller, and poet who wants to make a difference in this corrupted Earth.
This is a purely fictional story: Matoaka sat and stared up in childish wonder. Staring up at her grandmother in the warmly colored tee-pee, she eagerly listened to her retelling of the ancient prophecy. Her whimsical hand gestures and imaginative tone of voice were enough to transport Matoaka’s young and impressionable mind to the scenes her grandmother was describing.
By Bella V.6 years ago in The Swamp