Winter Gloved Hands
 

Sleeping heavily in dreamy, drifting weather she found it eaiser to die each time and revive soon after. No one ever touched the dead.

She had spent her life alone, no one to bother- except herself. No one to harm- except the nature around her.

A hand touched her face, she jerked hard- almost like lightning striking stone. She suppressed long hidden powers, sparing the hands- owner a cruelly radiant death- but not a sore backside. She repelled him into an assortment of gravel, yet he never hit the ground.
He smiled as he floated, from sitting position to his feet,
"Yes, you are the one I've been following," his voice boomed gently like boulders falling from a mountainside. Slowly he extended a often pen used hand, "You have very unique talents. Yours is a company I would enjoy."

She stared at this opal eyed man, unsure of his words and his unnerving kindness. Kindness never came with faces- beings like him, or at least those who looked like him, were never kind. Always throwing stones, shouting swears, and casting strange things at her.

He continued, his wide, white toothed smile, never fading once, "You see we're similar- you and I."
Waving a winter gloved hand stones lifted off the ground and began to rotate around one another in mid air.

"There are very few with our talents and it is best if we stick together-" a dreamy looked flowed suddenly and harshly into his eyes, "- as not to be alone."

She looked around at this small glade she had made her own with trinkets and collected objects from abandoned mines and burned homes. She looked at him, not knowing her expressions or gestures- she swung her arms wide as if to show him,
'This is my home.'


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and then my brain died? help!!!!! any suggestions?!

**My computer hates me and won't let me quote properly (the pages won't load, it keeps freezing, etc.) but I did put ""'s around everything that I quoted**

It's interesting so far. Do you have any plans for what you'd like them to do? Will the communication between the two characters be largely verbal (Him) to nonverbal (Her)? This is important because it will help determine the way you write the rest of the story-- from her perspective, but mostly only her thoughts and reactions to Him, or a dialogical battle between two (seemingly) very different people. Perhaps He helps Her develop her voice. Do you plan to have them together for the duration of the story-- thus altering Her basically solitary existence-- or will this be simply a fleeting acquaintance, and then She returns to her solitary life?

The line "kindness never came with faces" is also interesting (sorry I can't think of a better word so I'm not using it all the time...) I think this is a theme you could explore, depending on the type of story you are trying to write and where you want to go with it.

Some technical things:
If you can find a more subtle word for "powers" I think you would do a better job maintaining the tone you've set for the piece. "Powers" feels too basic and kind of stark for a tone that thrives in vagueness.
"Hands-owner" is also a bit awkward. I know the kind of voice you were going for, and I think you should stick with it. If you can think of a more fluid way to say it, so that the reader doesn't end up stopping at that point, you'll be all set for this one too. something like 'the offender' or something like that (not the best example, but you can see what I'm getting at right?)
I think there should be a comma between "Waving a winter gloved hand" and "stones lifted..."

Hope this helps! Or at least gets you thinking ^_^