Clock face

had cuts all the way up her arms and she had a lasting taste of copper in her mouth. Blanche couldn’t even imagine what damage could have been done to her face, the only indication was her blood soaked blouse. “Shit”, she said…

Sam peeked at Jacob’s face from under her lashes. Reassured by his slight smile she admitted, “I wondered if we were alone.” “I don’t remember cleaning up and changing?” she finished with a question in her voice. There was a long pause before Jacob replied. “You were in no state…

are supposed to enlighten the human intellect and mirror beauty as it pops up, instead of shaping it to become nonsense beliefs. In literature we have imagined how beauty is, it might be the long black hair, the luring smell, full lips, or the pretty face. All depends on the writer’s taste. But in art we have seen how the beautiful sight designed perfectly, artists choose women as subject to posture, where they praise puffy shape, golden hair, pointed nose and rosy cheekbones. Their ideal is not…

on mountains of detritus. Liesel slowly approached the bodies, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. “Mama? Papa?” she whispered, although she knew. They were dead. The book thief grabbed Mama’s withered hand and gently stroked the face of Papa. “Thank you,” she sobbed and started explaining her visits to 8 Grande Strasse. Tears formed around her eyes and streaked down her cheeks, falling onto Hans Hubermann’s scruffy…

“Set!” I hold my breath. Boom! Exploding from my block and gaining speed with every stride, I feel more and more air brush against my face. All the anxiety from crouching back in the blocks is released at once. I focus on my steps. If I can’t approach first hurdle in eight steps, I will stumble and lose momentum. After four or five steps of acceleration, I stand up tall to prepare for the jump. My strides shorten as I approach my eighth step. Last short stride! Now right knee up. Lean…

This piece of artwork is known as Buddha Amoghasiddhi with Eight Bodhisattvas, it was created by an unknown artist in the Medieval Period, around 1200-1250. This painting is 27 1/8 x 21 1/4 in. and made with distemper on cloth. Looking at this image, the first thing you notice is Amoghasiddhi. He is the focal point, which is depicted by the size of the figure in comparison to the other figures surrounding him. On each side of the Buddha we see the same amount of figures, this gives off a sense…

saw the face of Simon saying, ‘You’ll get back to where you came from.’ The boys wept in silence together and bent lowly on the floor, their tears mixing together in droplets on the floor, resembling the two boys finally united. Upon arrival of the cruiser on the Thames River, a group of worried parents were waiting at the port to see their long lost sons. The captain had telegraphed the port who notified the schools that the missing schoolboys were rescued. He saw familiar long lost faces…

remembered of that night before waking up in a partisan camp, in a cot inside a tent. The first face to greet me was him, Ben, he’d…

Allen Frances said it best when he said that normal is a variation of many things, not just one. Not only does he talk about normality but he takes different approaches to it. In chapter one he discusses how the world defines normal and what normal used to be. He also brings up the ideological difference between what philosophy says and what doctors say. This part to chapter one ties in a lot to chapter two’s part about shaman. Also, discussed in this book is what mental diseases are and how…

some thing dangerous will occur to you? Many people, including myself, have heard the legend of Bloody Mary as some men and women would call it the face in the reflect. The variant i've been told used to be that for those who go into a rest room in the dead of night with a lit candle and say the words “Bloody Mary” 3 to 100 times, you'll see her face. There are numerous possibilities that can occur while you upset Bloody Mary. It has been told that she is going to kill the person calling her,…