Clock face

jerry was gone he ran away from the orphanage just before his mom got out people say it's our fault really our fault that he hit me broke my nose messed up my face for a long time and now my nose is messed up and since i was so little only 6 my nose was completely broken and it won't heal and know it looks like i have a big wart scar thing on my nose AND I HATE IT.but i have to live with it and it's part of me…

one of my favorite songs, and I found myself strutting throughout the hallway. Quickly stopping I started laughing at myself, as I slowed my walking down to a slower pace. Finally, I had concluded to smile, yet I was elated inside. The surface of my face was emotionless, as my eyes drifted past my locker outside through the back door. Approaching I could hear a select few talking amongst themselves aloud, however, they seemingly looked towards my direction, as I listened to the group talk about…

People often face an internal struggle, “Elastic Heart,” by Sia, speaks of being thrust into a difficult situation unprepared and shares the sad truth of what happens when the struggle becomes too much . Throughout the song, Sia describes a continuous battle against mental illness as well as her resilience and determination to win her fight. The writer’s determination to win her fight becomes more clear as the song progresses. In lines 19-22, Sia sings: And I will stay up through the night…

eyes flew open and he waves his arms in the air trying to save himself but, to conclude falling out of his chair.His long black hair falls into his face has he looks up at his teacher.”Sleeping in my class again?”the woman looked down at the boy The other teens started to laugh and giggle at him. He started to get up and brushed his hair out of his face and looks away. He then stood up brushing the dust of his black ‘Skillet’ band sweatshirt and shakes dust off his dark blue jeans.His carmel…

had no room for her in the wagon, honey. We'll get you another one when we get to our new home.” How do I tell her the truth? "When? I want her now!" "I don't know when, Cassie. Soon I hope." Glancing at her husband, Effird, she saw a big bovine face un-marked by any intellectual function.…

him to hear her. Only now does he understand what Asterid was talking about. This “Mei” had invaded Asterid’s mind, and now his. Where is your sister? She says in her sweet young voice. She maybe far but he can see a grin grow across the young girls face. “What did you do to Asterid!?” The girl appears before him in seconds, she no longer looks four or five but around 10. The doll now has deep blue eyes and a warm smile, tan skin, black hair, and clothes identicle Asterid’s. “Oh so that was her…

I’ve downed several flasks of whiskey now. My mind feels clouded, disoriented and dizzy yet I keep drinking. Reckless, I am under the influence of spirit, I know it’s right for me to stop but I won’t, I can’t. Despite my hazy state, I still feel pain, I’m drowning, suffocating under the guilt, remorse and oh the pain…... There is no escape whatsoever. What I felt before, when the lust of battle died in me, when I started cursing everyone without a second thought, is nothing, NOTHING, compared…

hopefully after coming back to him. It had been little more than an hour, and she had already seen everything on the first floor. “Of course, my dear,” Pietro answered, grinning. He couldn’t say no to those beautiful green eyes. Who could? Lovisa’s face lit up in a smile. “Awesome!” She exclaimed before grabbing his wrist, “Come on!” Pietro allowed himself to be dragged by the much smaller girl, gaining some strange looks from the other visitors. Not that he really cared and Lovisa was too…

*For many years, facial scarification has held many different symbolic meanings unique to individuals. The face is a very prominent and important symbolic feature that is often used in many cultures to symbolize important areas of that culture. Many groups alter or add features to the face and or to their body to symbolize either different characteristics of that individual and in some cases to identify that person within their group or cultures. Some ways of doing this is through the practice…

One day I was eating dinner with my mom at her work, and a group of two walked in. They did not look special or important they looked like normal people, but sooner or later people started to get up out of there seats and asking for the women's autograph and taking pictures with her. Soon i noticed that she was someone i’ve seen before but could not figure it out. As me and my mom were leaving and the couple was gone it finally hit me that it was the actor who plays wonder woman. I was so…