Eye color

." I was so intent upon listening that I forgot one of my basic human needs: oxygen. I began feeling light headed and before I could react I was on the ground in the living room entrance. Katherine looked angry while the man just stared at me; his eyes were cold and would probably turn me to stone if I looked into them for too…

"His body glided quietly across the room, noiselessly and smoothly. His hands were in front of him, palms down, and his eyes were on the scorpion." This scene plays out on page 6 of John Steinbeck's The Pearl. The setting of John Steinbeck's The Pearl takes place in La Paz, Mexico. Some interesting details that drew me into reading this novel is the storyline of the novel. The storyline relates to the storyline of Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea where both protagonists from each book…

Kilowatt: Third Generation Ultra (working title) He felt the rain pelt away at his suit as he watched intently through the filthy glass window. He could barely make out what the men in the warehouse were doing. Some recon mission. I’m so tired of him holding my hand like this. It was supposed to help mask his movements, and any noise he might make. For him, it was his training wheels, and he was ready to ride on his own. “Hey, Pop, ease up on the storm will ya? I can’t hear anything over your…

silence taking in the noises of the night: chirping crickets, rodents scurrying around the alleys, the occasional stray cat. None were the sounds the ghost waited for. Then, the scuff of shoes on concrete. The ghost’s head swiveled toward the noise. Eyes strained in the jet black night to make out anything. Unable to discern any shapes the ghost listened with more intent. Hushed whispered voices were now coming closer. Another scuff of shoes and this time the clinking of kicked glass followed…

Rebekah Joan Boley, age seventeen, lives in Adrian, Michigan. She is one of nine children in her family and an eleven-year veteran of home schooling. She is a member of Fairfield Baptist Church where she sings in the choir and been a puppeteer. She has volunteered for both Habitat for Humanity and for the Lenawee Therapeutic Riding Program. She has also participated for three years in the Southeast division of CEF (Child Evangelism Fellowship). She is currently attending the EMT program at LISD…

anything I put my mind to, right God? As I inched closer to this baby, his eyes became visible to me. His eyes screamed for someone to take the slightest bit of his pain away. God, can I take this pain from him? I can’t watch him die. You’ve got to give me the power. I want to heal him. Something. God, please! What a fool was I to think that for a moment I could heal a child? I myself was as helpless as the boy that lay before my eyes. Tears started to roll down my cheeks as I heard Ken humble…

collars. On the first day, Miss Elliots discriminated against the brown eye students and praise the blue eye students. For example, she would say that the blue eye students are smarter,well behaved and more neat. The next day Miss Elliot will switch the collar and discriminated against the blue eye students. This reenactment shows a “fascinating intellectual implication”(31-34). It clearly, show how poorly the brown eye and blue eye students perform and their slow response to answer when Miss…

points and laughs at the weird girl in the wheelchair, or a family steers clear as if they are going to catch some ridiculous disease, she stays the sweetest little girl anyone could ever meet. She has changed me in more ways than i can count. My eyes have been opened up to things i have never noticed before and people i have never seen. I have given time to make small gestures like helping open doors for an elderly woman to carrying a disabled veterans groceries out to his car for him…

Pouring perspiration swimming down my neck, like the rain in a typical Seattle night. Singular weighted drips of hard work, crashing down on the light-teal cushioning floor mats. Proudly smearing it away cleanly with my already soaked t-shirt tucked in my gi. I glance at my belt through the parallel image of my ego embedded in the studio mirrors. I grace my fingers across my velvety rigid 2nd degree sable colored black belt. My left hand strokes the left side, feeling the light gold korean…

His eyes, too, were black and very bright…a dark face--the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aristocrat.” This quote shows that he had white hair, but many other features, such as his eyes, face, and moustache, were black. The black represents the evil and darkness that Zaroff possesses, which is shown with the contrast between light and…