Eye color

The morning brings the sun, big and bright, lighting the horizon with brilliant shades of pink and purple. The rain is done, but the ground is muddier than it had been the day before. The trees are still dripping water down from their leaves. Pip steps outside into the beautiful morning. She inhales the scent of the forest. It is a nice mix of after rain and morning dew. It brightens her spirits considerably. She is still full of the determination to make a difference she had felt the night…

10:00. When I went back to the kitchen, Martie pulled me aside and said, “Adley, Mr. Chattfield is waiting for you in his regular booth.” I didn’t understand why she called him “Mr. Chattfield” instead of Hert. He was a kind old man, with light blue eyes and thin grey hair. I walked into the diner and saw a stranger sitting in his booth. He was on his phone. I walked up to him and said, “You’re not Hert.” with a scowl. When he looked up, and said, “You’re right, I’m not, but I need to talk to…

he’s as comfortable as he can get sinking into the awful dip of his mattress ; legs spread and body crooked in an angle that’s awkward. zack is hardly asleep , though. thoughts are running behind shut eyes while his heart rambles obnoxiously in his chest. last night anxiety was a favorite pre-bed activity of his ( not ). mikasa’s hushed voice cuts through the STATIC in his head. she’s a steady calmness in his life , human version of an anchor that’s weight feels pleasant. a sigh…

Who was she? She refused to speak after that, and I walked home. What time is it? I reached into my pocket to get my phone. What’s this? I pulled out the crumbled piece of paper. A photograph. I clutched it tight in my hand and focused in on their eyes. They were glistening with mischief. Tears blind me and I turn. The pounding of my joggers against the tarmac matched my heart throbbing with thick nostalgia and love. “Pallavi. Pallavi! Wait! Stop!” Before I could draw in the oxygen my body…

I’m going to be late for reading. Emiliano Sanchez had short black hair, hazel green eyes, and dark skin. Jackson Marvin had light skin, a blonde mullet, was chubby, and had grey eyes. Jackson had always been mean to Emiliano…

She always wore dresses with high heels and refused to participate in any activities during P.E. because she was afraid to sweat. She had light brown eyes and auburn hair that matched the weather. Caroline was the opposite of Sammy. Sammy didn’t know what to do about this, so Mariam told her just to ignore it (How). What else could she say considering Sammy was already in a doleful mood as is. Taking…

My breath was coming in heavy outbursts. All I remember was running and then suddenly, I tripped. It felt like I was falling for longer than it should have taken me to hit the ground. Thump! My head hit the ground and everything went black. When I woke up I couldn’t move my hands because they were tied behind my back with rope. I could feel the rope burning into my wrists as I struggled to be free. I could feel the coolness of the wall against my back. Suddenly, I heard a flick and everything…

wind. With their tiny body, weak and disparity wings, still searching for food in the darkness but hardly found almost anything. “How can those birds able to adapt to such condition. ah, maybe I should let myself be stronger. When Ralph opened his eyes again, sunshine shot on the water, reflection cut through the window and shone brightly into his room; Ralph see a bright future waiting for him. The door opened, his father walks in with a navy uniform, colour on it have already faded. ”Ralph,…

Abigail Hurry Up and move! [Abigail pulls Tartuffe my the arm] Tartuffe Ok Mama. Where are we going? Abigail Just keep walking and stop whining.…

thighs. Eyes darting around, I had scoured the whole room, looking for Tammy. After shaking out my umbrella, drenched from the pouring rain, my body slumped into a chair, attempting to blend into the environment. Magazines lined the wall to my right and the pastries counter sat next to the shelf. Although already seven at night, the coffee machines still busily whirred in the back. This constant buzz harmonized with the occasional laughs and chatter that scattered around the shop. My eyes…