A review of "The Exile" - a historical fiction novel written by Shiloh Carozza.
When I step somewhere I have not been to before, it feels like my lungs expand more than they normally would. My breath is so much deeper. With that inhale, excitement fills my bloodstream.
Thankfully, that is now changed and you can see people of all races sitting next to one another in random parts of the bus. We are all one-big-happy-family. Right? Wrong!
"Bethany looked around the elevator. She had watched enough movies to know that there should be a way out through the ceiling. But there was no way she could reach that high up."
My grandfather died when I was 10 years old. It was expected of me to wear black as a sign of mourning whenever I could, which meant acquiring new wardrobe pieces that were more black than any other color. Now, I wonder if that was what triggered my liking of black clothing. The second part... Continue Reading →
"As the elevator door began to close, a hand appeared from around the corner. The man smiled and gave a slight nod towards Bethany as the elevator door reopened. "
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