Louie B. Shulk
Joined January 2021
0 stories
Bio
I write to make my dreams a reality, one way or another — it is both literal and figurative. Words paint stories, and I hope my stories will strike readers' souls.
Stories (2/0)
Charity
The city lights glimmered in the boy's eyes; a few cold and stinging tears rolled down his cheeks as he buried his face into his arms. Leaning against the railing atop a skyscraper at midnight, he felt his heart branding an unbearable pain onto his soul. Snow gently fell, dancing with the breeze which played with the long, silky hair he had grown to beneath his shoulders. There was nothing he could do about his current situation, and life never let him escape from the harsh reality he lived in.
By Louie B. Shulk3 years ago in Humans
