Gizelle Annette
Bio
Hi im seventeen and I really like to write stories :)
Stories (2/0)
Into the Oblivion
I could have done something, the mantra that repeats in my head. Could I have done anything, the second mantra, to stop what had happened to my people on that day? I could've turned back. I should've have turned back. Maybe if I stayed like Mama told me we would all still be together. Maybe we would all be safe some where in the depth that is the jungle. I miss Mother's warm hugs. My heartaches on the reality that I may never see her again. I miss Joáo. His hazel eyes always shone with curiosity. Those eyes often pulled him into tough situations. There is not a day that I don't think of them. Did they escape safely or were they captured too? Are they here, trapped like me? Or am I alone?
By Gizelle Annette4 years ago in Futurism
Tree Cutters
"Alright, Mother!" I shouted, running into the jungle. Joáo was playing catch with his friends. He wasn't paying attention, reaching for a ball and slipped off a ledge; falling almost to his death. Mother is fraught with fear. Finding the Cordoncillo plant before nightfall was my duty. The blue sky had already begun to blend gold. I was racing time.
By Gizelle Annette4 years ago in Families