White Man Creative Writing

I was scared, but at the same time I was curious. Curious to learn more about the tall, white men who stood in front of me. I was not sure what the pale skin men with the strange clothes would do. I could not see what they were thinking. They all looked confused, alert and astonished at the same time. I remember, that I just were starring into the blue eyes, who belonged to one of the men. He had long blond, almost white, hair, and small brown dots on his nose. The nose was very different compared to my nose. It was long and definitely not broad, like mine. He also seems to be curious to know something more about us. The color of their skin was white, or not completely white, but with a tone of sand. One of the men were white like the clouds on the blue heaven, who float …show more content…
The colors of their eyes were blue and green. Green like the big landscape that surrounded us. Maybe they are Gods that comes from heaven. Maybe they was some kind of spirits, who was sent to us, to save us from unknown disasters, or maybe they are just like us – humans with another appearance. The men had something in there hands. In the start I thought it was some kind of stick or spear used for hunting, like we use those kind of weapon. One of the white men took a step closer, when someone from our group, started to point at the sticks , the men had in their hands. He walked with small steeps in my direction and sat down in squat in front of me. He touched my face with his big cold hands, who smelled strange, and started to examine my face. I was scared, and tried to moved backwards, but the white man took my arms and his red lips were smiling to me. I was not scared anymore. I felt a certain safety. He lay he’s hands on my head, and started to touch my hair. I took careful my hands to he’s hair, and examine his face and hair. His hair was short, but also long at the same time, compared to my curly hair. I realized, that it was some kind of a