Eye color

but excitement. Apart from the night he'd snuck into their residence, this was about to be the closest he'd come to the woman, and this time she'd be awake, and although he'd seen her naked, with her legs spread, and sopping pink cunt, exposed to his eyes, he'd been unable to touch. Hopefully, that too, would be changed by the end of the evening, and Mark could already feel an erection burgeoning as he subtly slipped from his seat, to order another drink, and for the first time, spoke directly…

Looking up at the big house, Amarante herself and strode towards the side gate. It was the biggest house she’d ever been invited to, if the terse note she’d received could be considered an invitation, but she refused to be intimidated. ‘You all right, mama?’ Harry asked, reaching up to take her hand. Amarante let out a sigh, and tried to quiet her nerves. ‘Yes, baby.’ She gave him a reassuring smile, though she could tell he wasn’t convinced. In an attempt to distract him, she gestured to…

A woman dressed in a finely, pressed, blue and white, pin striped dress, hair slicked-back in a high ponytail, wearing circular-shaped sunglasses, leather handbag, and walking in high heels on the cobblestone streets of Florence. An old woman sits in front of a shop demonstrating how she sews as she monograms clothes. A man in black, tailored, dress pants, white buttoned down shirt with the top buttons opened, sunglasses reflecting the bright sun, and black leather shoes. These are some examples…

Michael Bergin The sirens are ringing in my ears. My eyes are fuzzy and blurry. Hands are shacking uncontrollable. My life flashed before my eyes. Where am I? What happened to me? Did I get shot? It’s 12th October 1917 and I’m saying goodbye to an amazing life experience. I will forever remember the chaps I met in World War 1. *** Hi, I’m Michael Bergin and I was born on Monday, 18th August 1879, in Roscrea, Tipperary Ireland. I grew up with my family that consist of my mother, Mary Hill and…

Everyone was different. Age, height, skin color, what sport they liked to watch, where they live, but we all had one tink in common...Lucinda! You could smell her pink bubblegum perfume coming from what feels like miles away. She wore a high side pony with her curly strawberry blonde locks tickling the side of her neck. Her blue sequined shirt caught the sun’s rays and blinded her victim if they looked straight at her. Her and her posey ruled the school. She was the teacher's favorite. “Hi…

Scott smashed pipe after pipe and finally the machine stopped and the blue torches went out. Scott could make out with his third eye the heat signatures of SWAT pouring in on all sides. They took him along with all the other Khalaraks to be experimented on but as soon as Scott awoke and realized his Khalarak half had left his body. He explained his story to the surgeon and Sargent…

In the book The Bluest Eye the main focus is not only the main character Pecola Breedlove, it’s the effect the white beauty standard has on not only Pecola but the narrator Claudia Macteer. Morrison strongly emphasises the beauty standard often within the book, even with a lack of introduced white characters. This beauty standard has affected the black children in the story, Pecola mainly, extremely negatively. In fact it has negatively affected the black community as a whole negatively. The…

two books The Color Purple by Alice Walker, and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, the main characters, Celie and Janie have their thoughts and feelings continually influenced by the men in their lives. The Color Purple by Alice Walker, and Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston are considered classics for good reason both of them give an insight as to what it was like to be a black women in the south in the earlier half of the twentieth century. The Color Purple…

The Bluest Eye is a novel by Toni Morrison about a girl named Pecola. Pecola is a daughter of Cholly and Polly Breedlove. “Love is never better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe”. Cholly is a free man, a husband, and a father of three children. He symbolizes a lover who wants nothing but for his children to feel at ease. Polly is a wife and a mother to Pecola…

The last trip I went on with my middle school friends. The place where I and my friends were going to is Washington Dc. Everyone got to pick who was in there group which was me, Angelo and the teachers that look after us. Angelo has black hair, blue eyes and was wearing the field trip shirt that everyone had on it was a blue shirt with the white house on the front and names on the back he also wore a pair of blue jeans. The teacher’s names are Kyle Ms. Brogan and Ms. Davis. Everyone had to come…