"i'm getting the distinct feeling i am not welcome here."
long, thick, carmel colored eyelashes fluttered open, slowly, revealing those emerald green orbs; the color of ferns peaking through the last snow of the year, a sign of spring; the color of seaweed on the shore, flecked with hints of driftwood. a soft groan escaped her slightly parted pink lips as a bright, golden light flooded the once dimmed room, her eyes burning slightly at the suddenness of it. "you're not, ali," her soft, tired voice was met with a quiet scoff of disbelief. "you know where the door is. see yourself out." her words were unusually rough, coming from her, however she was completely exausted - and one thing you didn't mess with was her sleep.
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i'm not walking out near naked like you are. besides, what's wrong with this dress?" the female spun in a circle delicately, the dark lace of the outfit billowing out around her as she did so. "don't get me wrong, cal. it's beautiful, honestly. it's just... a bit too wedding and not enough party." cally shook her head with a soft, annoyed sigh, falling face-first on the bed with a grimace, her golden hair fanning out around her. there was a long pause between the two, only the faint sound of metal clothes hangers scraping against the rack that she had in her closet filling the room. "this one. this is the one, cal, i swear!" it hadn't taken long for allison to find 'the one.' in fact, cal couldn't be bothered about it. the last six dresses she had selected had also held that title for a minute or so before they, too, were shot down, and besides, the blonde was already halfway back into her peaceful rest, her eyes fluttering closed. "last one, i promise!" cal forced herself up, shooting her friend a warning look as she took the outfit from her, gliding into the bathroom to …show more content…
she had never believed she was anything special. she tought she had one of those average facesm the kind you could forget while talking to her. however, that night was different. her heart shaped face, usually a shade lighter than alabaster with rose tinted cheeks, was contoured perfectly, showing off high cheekbones and concealing her faint freckles. her wide doe eyes were a striking fern green; quite contrary to her usual color, that of a sweater that had been worn too many times. they held their usual glittering shine, like she knew a joke that nobody else did. perfect wings that lined her eyes, curtesy of ali's steady hand, and a faint brown eyeshadow, hardly noticeable in the dimness of her bathroom, along with thick lashes that skimmed her brow bone. her celestial nose was highlighted, just above her delicate, once blush pink, full lips. now her soft lips were a dark, wine colored red, though she still had that natural faint smile that graced her features. her coiffured golden hair framed around her face, most of it up in a messy bun, with a few curled tendrils that brushed her blushing cheeks. she looked stunning, for
I was sitting with my friend, Pistol on one of the bucking shoots watching the barrel race.
The fog was low, but he could still see her yellow porch light glowing brightly. The sight of her gleaming house bathed in light settled his nerves. It was warm and inviting, just like her. So he wanted to impress her, he smoothed his hair and tucked in his shirt. As he looked up, there she was, pulling
Her eyes were blue with age. Her skin had a pattern of its own of numberless branching wrinkles and as though a whole little tree stood in the middle of her forehead, but a golden color ran underneath, and the two knobs of her checks were illuminated by a yellow burning under the dark. Under the red rag her hair came down on her neck in the frailest of ringlets, still black, and with an odor like copper.
Amara groaned at the sound of an overly cheerful voice, in which had disturbed her beauty sleep. Sun rays shined against her skin as someone pulled open the blinds. Her blue hues fluttered open, revealing the excited brunette girl,
I still remember the first time I saw her. Her jealous beauty staring fervently at me. Her wealth of luscious red hair tamed by a golden clip. The precious face staring lustfully over my shoulder-or perhaps staring at me? Soft pearly-white hands poked through a deep green velvet dress-in one hand a violin, the other a bow. Behind her a brilliant yellow canary rhapsodizes a tune that she pauses to hear.
I burst through the front door of the quiet country home, shotgun in hand as a monster of a storm let loose with a waterfall effect outside. The house itself looked abandoned, all the lights were out, and a layer of grimy dust covered everything.
“Here, I got you something, perv.” Turning around hearing Beck's voice she shook her head catching the outfit he threw at her. Rolling her eyes she placed it back on the rank of clothing as she continued to look at things. “You know, I can't help wanting to look good when I go to bed. It's not like I'll be sleeping naked any time soon.” Casciana spoke sarcastically looking down at the clothes on the rack, pulling out a skimpy black number she held it up looking at Beck before biting her lip. “So, what do you think?” she asked holding up the little see-through black lingerie she tilted her head slightly. “Oh, and about your question. I learned everything I know from Thelma and Louise. Do you remember how that was the only movie I would watch
In the bright early morning, the sun shone in on the white marble pillars and the stone floor was bleached white with light. In the throne room all the gods had left to do their duties to the mortals. Zeus and Poseidon though remained sitting on golden thrones high up above the ground.
Rolling shades of deep purple, bright orange, and subtle gray blaze in the sky above me, while the miniscule pebbles beneath me crunch as I trot along. In the faded gloaming, my eyes can distinguish a far away glitter that shoos a thrill through my body. That's it. That's my goal, I think to myself. Suddenly, a dark shape materializes in front of me.
Fragments of glass reflect pieces of her. Lily-white skin. Primped, hanging curls the color of corn. A button nose. Cherry ribbon lips. Opaque forget-me-not blue eyes. The dark pupils dilate and swivel, dilate and swivel, but her eyes are sightless. She sees, but she does not.
Catalina glanced around the quiet room. It was still dark because of the cloudy skies. It was like London in her village, always cloudy. Catalina rubbed her eyes and slid out of bed. Her feet softly brushed against the cold, hard wood floors which sent chills down her spine.Catalina was a wire-thin, beautiful, fourteen-year-old girl. Her soft, bouncy hair was long; it came down to her hips. Her eyes were dark brown like the wood of an oak tree and her hair was silvery-blonde. She was tall for her age, but she was still short in the eyes of others and Catalina was alright with that.
Her jet black hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. Hairspray made the loose curls keep, while the pins kept it in place. Makeup concealed the dark circles which preceded underneath her eyes. Her tear streaked skin soaked in the arid pressing powder as her aunty continued to paint her face as though she were a doll. Aunty May had put a lot of effort into getting Allegra ready today. She bought her a dress last week, a black one. It had lace sleeves with tiny flowers cascading down the middle. It reminded Allegra of her mother, of a time when she was truly happy.
A girl runs from room to room in a deserted house. She’s looking for somewhere to hide, but all the rooms are empty. Her hands open and close, grasping at the air as she careers from wall to wall and stumbles through doors. She runs down narrow stairs into the basement. A fluorescent bulb hums and flickers, throwing shadows onto a crumbling brick wall and the concrete floor.
She cried out in frustration, leaving her husband confused. “What’s wrong, my dear?” he asked her. “Why would I want to go to a party if I have nothing nice to wear? Everybody there will be dressed in only the fanciest clothing. I would be humiliated if I go without a classy dress and some jewelry.”
Each and everyone had something that made them unique and as they sat there shining like a thousand stars, one of them shined the brightest. Her long silky hair covered half of her face, but I knew she’d been crying, he chestnut coloured eyes tried to avoid meeting mine but when we did exchange glances, I have her a sympathetic smile and she returned the favour.