Gifted Hands Novels & Stories

Not a human, but an animal. She does not even discover, until Darla turns the fourteenth year, that what she has is called a Gift in some parts of the world. A Gift, she cannot help but sneer and laugh when she hears for the first time. What a Gift it is that she has been spat on in disdain and cursed like she is some particularly scarred creature. She was kept in chains for the morbid amusement of those who clamor around to see the ability they supposedly revile. In the small, backwater village she grows up in, no one has ever known any person with a "Gift."

guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

It was no wonder that a warm family such as this was the reason behind Helen growing up to be such a kind and loving person. When I followed Rayell to Rainbow Pack to look for Tony, I once stayed in a private villa under Simon's name. Today was my first time visiting his actual home. "Elder Simon, I have a gift for you.I hope that you like it." After we sat down in the living room, I took out the gift box and handed it to Simon. As soon as Simon opened the gift box, his face lit up and he said, "This is a very thoughtful gesture from you, Eden.I was actually thinking about buying a new watch.Thank you very much."

Satisfied with his pitiful state, I waved my hand in the air to wrap up. Out of thin air, his body was engulfed by furious red flames, and the underground cell filled with ear-piercing screams and a rotten smell. I swiveled on my heels before whispering the complete answer to his questions under my breath, “And for the world… gifted.” I left the room and passed other gang members in the hallway. They watched at me in pure horror before bowing their heads down in front of me.

They are the quiet pride of watching the Angela Gonzalez Foundation open its tenth location, a beacon of hope in a city that had once only known our family for its scandals. I grew old. My hands, which had once clutched legal briefs and a cold, hard gun, now grew tender orchids on our sun-drenched deck. They were speckled with age, these hands, but they were steady. Arthur’s hair turned a distinguished silver, and his surgeon’s hands, though still capable of immense precision, now preferred to hold mine during our evening walks.