used for her dress. The woman has pale skin, reddish brown hair, bluish eyes, and rosy cheeks. Her eyes look very real and penetrating when you examine the painting. The daughter is about the age of 5 or 6 years old. Her arms are around her mother’s neck and legs draped across her mother’s lap. The daughter is wearing a white fluid dress that looks thin in material with a red sash around her midsection. The daughter has the same reddish brown hair and rosy cheeks. The mothers and daughters eyes are
Sixth grade was not a great year for me. I had severe social anxiety, depression, and insomnia. The social anxiety never seemed to fade. Due to my social anxiety, I missed a lot of school. I missed out on a lot of things, weather it was a birthday party, a holiday, or even just hanging out with friends. At the time, we didn’t know what was wrong. We didn’t know why I always got sick twenty minutes before school began, or why the very thought of human interaction made me sick. So, my parents decided
Unfortunately, he could not. To this day, my family still laughs about his unexpected response. It was only a few hours later that I was brought into this world, alert, with my eyes open wider than a doll’s. I was a tall and skinny baby, born with a lot of hair. The date of my birthday is something that I really like. University of Cardiff psychologist Cliff Arnall discovered that June 23rd is the happiest day of the year. He states that it is largely due to the long days, warm weather, fond childhood memories
And what is wrong with blue jeans, a red top, a green cardigan, purple shoes? My blonde curly hair is the length to my hips and my green eyes can pull this look of, cant they? Im not anorexic or anything but I am skinny, hihi :) "You look like a dork.. We are going to a party, not the science club!" Rachel exclaimed at me. Rachel was so beautiful she had brown long hair that reached her back, dark brown eyes and such a curvy body.. I am not calling her fat, she is SO skinny, I mean that she has
Sophia looked up at Loki, her eyes wide. Braless, a bit cold and still mad at hell, she pushed herself off the bed only to have Loki toss her over his shoulder again, her hair falling all over her face as she was upside down and she was pretty sure her left breast was being smashed against his back. Wiggling she whined. "Loki! God damn it Loki! Put me down." she half whined out. She may be stubborn, reckless and fiery as hell but she was also a mere human being. Sure she could carry her own weight
Leaving Home- Original Writing She climbed on the hard mattress and pulled the fluffy, violet diary from under the feathered pillow. She opened the hard-back book and ferociously flicked through the pages, trying to find a blank one, she opened her bedside draw and rummaged through the useless items, she picked up a pen and began to write. “ How could they do this to me? Why now? Why couldn’t they have told me earlier so I had time to acknowledge it, I mean I am sixteen I will be going away
Snow was falling from a dark grey sky at an alarming pace, on the night Camilla awoke from a nightmare. Her skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat; her heart was racing and Camilla’s dark brown fringe suck to her forehead. The sound of screeching tyres and Camilla’s own screams still rang in her ears and she believed she could smell burning rubber. “Cam you seriously need to pull it together.” Her voice was stern in the darkness, as she stared up at the ceiling. “Every night.” Taking several
the ability to convey the message to the rest of the people. He fears what "they" might say and how "they" will treat him, will ruin him if he exploits society. Eliot gives evidence of the mockery society exhibits in line 41: "They will say: `How his hair is growing thin!'"(775) He knows that there are certain things that the puritan society will always talk about. Such things are physical appearance, the image of a woman and the extent of a persons' religiousness. However, the last is not expressed
I stepped out of the hotel and walked to the rental car with my older brother Sean. Me and my family are in California for summer vacation. We’ve never been to California, so it’s a nice break from Washington. I’ve only left Washington two other times, the first time was my Aunt’s wedding in Georgia. The second time was when we took my brother to Boston University. Usually, my family comes to Washington to see us, so it was weird to leave.My parents were already in the car when me and Sean got there
Years went by with no word from Armand, and Desiree grew tired of waiting for him. Her hair turned a light brown and her eyes a stormy grey, evidence of the toll of what Armand had did to her. Their child however, had grown into a beautiful boy, with dark hair, golden brown eyes and russet colored skin. Desiree mentioned nothing of Armand to the child. Whenever asked by the child she just said with fake smile on her face “he will call for us when he is ready for us to come back”. Monsieur Valmonde
managed to escape death by forcing people to worship them like gods. The organization helped fund the Second Titan War and the Second Giant War. They are clearly power; owning lots of money and property. • Will Solace: Will is noted to have curly golden hair with calm blue eyes. He’s a son of Apollo. He wears an easy smile on his face and Apollo clearly notes that Will doesn’t have any acne. Will is willing to help others, and he’s rather cheerful. He’s also a talented healer. 11. Three symbols or allusions
He loves photography, and if he wasn’t the prince of the country, he would want to be a photographer, a five. Maxon has clean cut honey blond hair and brown eyes, compared to chocolate by America. He has a muscular build and many scars rippling down his back, one for each time he misbehaves. Maxon is slightly oblivious to what is going on in the lower castes until America arrives and he is shocked
simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time. The car ride
The walls were a nasty pale rose color filled with marks all over it from the baby carts that would scratch up against them. In the bed I saw my mom, her face was pale, her hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and her face was without makeup. But her smile was still as bright as ever as she looked down at the baby in her arms. My mom passed Madison around the room, and everyone took their turn holding her, besides me
and Beverly the second had both moved away from home. Nancy was the youngest daughter at 16 years of age she was a lean pretty high schooler with short bobbed chestnut hair and faint freckles. Kenyon, the only boy, was the youngest of his siblings only 15 years old a high schooler like Nancy he was 6 feet tall with light brown hair and glasses he was lanky but strong. Richard Eugene “Dick” Hickock was a 28-year-old man with an alethic build, blond long crew cut, and
around, five feet, five inches tall, with golden blonde hair. She‘s a cheerleader, so she‘s really physically fit, with the biggest blue eye’s I’ve ever seen. Then there’s my ex- girlfriend, Demi; she’s about five feet, four inches tall, with light brown hair. She’s a cheerleader also, but she could be a little more physically fit. Other than the mandatory laps she had to run at practice, she rarely exercised at all. Her actual eye color is brown, but for some reason she didn’t like them, so she bought
Original Writing A few minutes north of London, the dark-grey sky, rising above bbuildings ; tall and thin. One end of the city is filled with people, lights, clubs and pubs. The other side of the city is quite and dark. The fog seems to linger over the street, clutching the buildings
and boys talked and caught up. The majority of them had apparently gone to Kindergarten together. While I was the new kid, the outsider. Seats were scarce. I looked for a familiar face, for some reason. I settled next to a girl with fiery red-orange hair. “Hi, I’m Halley.” She introduced herself. Her smile was the fake kind, seen in school pictures everywhere. I smiled and responded, “Hi, I’m Lorna. I just moved here from Texas.” Her smile became increasingly forced, “Um, cool.” She turned her body
strong scent of urine, mixed with food, and cleansers. Sitting in the waiting room at six years old all alone, there was an old lady walking towards me calling me as if she knew me. She had bags under her black, watery eyes, wrinkly skin, and long, gray hair. I didn’t know what to do and I started crying thinking she was going to take me, and I would never see my family ever again. The nursing home was the worst place to be as a six year old. The lady next to my grandma’s bed would constantly be talking
background shaded in a dark tone and getting slightly lighter as you get to the middle. As you get to the middle you start to see a woman face with light brown hair and with combed hair from the top to her ear. With the forehead showing you get the bangs of her hair on each side of her ear, not straight but cur in a spiral reaching the tip of her ear. Her hair is long enough that it disappears behind her back. Just as its reaches the back it gets curly and tied down with a light green ribbon that goes around