Southern, by the grace of God.

Southern drama about a teenage boy.

Have you ever shaved your head, and thought you could look inside yourself?
Thought that maybe your apperance would change the way the world viewed you?
I did. I never claimed to be anything other than my name, before it happened, Hunter G. Tucker. Now there was a different feel in the air, cold. I could see my breath, streaming out of me like a freight train. The snow was thick, a hard crust that cracked when steped on, with a soft underside that cushioned his head. God how dramatic was the sight, blood slung across the snow, I didnt feel any different after.........


This is not the original story, however, when I find it I will post it and hopefully you will give me some usefull criticisim, and which beggining works best, thank you for your time. -D.H. Wilde