Eye color

think if I made the right call that night. It was supposed to be a quick snatch and grab, but it all went wrong from the moment we left. I went up to give my respect to the men that were killed under my command. I could only see Kody’s face, the hazel eyes that showed no one was left behind them. Kody has been my right-hand since day one of Basic Training. He was a big soldier, six foot three, two hundred forty pounds, no one messed with him. I however wasn’t the biggest. I only stood to be five…

were scattered all around him. It was an hour after midnight. He had no memories of who he was, where he was at, or of what had just occurred only an hour ago… Uhhh… Where am I? he wondered, slowly opening and closing his big, golden brown eyes. As his eyes were adjusting to the soft light of the full moon, he listlessly picked the bloody left side of his face off of the giant stone altar’s cold, hard surface. “Ow,” he grunted,…

Rescued from certain death by her own gentle giant, Samantha Harding must soon decide what is more important – the independence she has worked so hard to build or the mystery man who appeared in her hour of desperate need. --- Wind, rain, and mud – what happened? When did the world change from a softly beautiful morning, perfect for a walk, into this nightmare? And me! I know not to step off of marked trails. How did I get so lost? So goes my mind in endless circles as I trip over hidden roots,…

the clock wishing that the 45 minutes would go faster every Sunday. I remember asking myself about the Priests explanation of the Scriptures. How does that makes sense? What is the point of the scriptures?” Jason pauses in his reflection, his brown eyes growing thoughtful. He goes on, “I didn’t believe that I would live my life according to a book, and I didn’t even believe Jesus Christ really did walk this very earth. I decided that when I could get a job I would work on Sundays so I didn’t…

that would all vanish into nothingness as soon as she woke up. But she had a feeling that even if this were a dream, it would be a long tie before she woke up. As for Jack, his thoughts were obscured and hidden deep down inside of those oddly colored eyes, veiled by layers of skilled disguise. As the sun started to peek out from behind the horizon, the animals once again absconded into their shelters. “They will be coming out again soon,” Jack said. “We must walk softly, so we do not catch…

A former sergeant in the army and a writer, Tim O’Brien, in his short story, “The Things They Carried,” examines the experiences of Vietnam soldiers in combat and how tangible --but most importantly, intangible – burdens affect them. O’Brien seeks to inform people who have not participated in a war about physical and mental difficulties that can affect humans in their journey during battle, and how these distractions create chaos. O’Brien’s piece is not narrated chronologically from the…

Spring break. It hadn't been too long since they had seen each other last, but one would have assumed it had been ages, the way they came together. "Iris!" He beamed, opening the door. "Barry!" They embraced tightly and all of Iris' oxygen supply was suddenly out of the room. Pulling away slowly, Iris was able to take in Barry's appearance. Disheveled, no surprise, his hair sticking up in several places, his t-shirt smelled freshly-laundered, but also, so unmistakably Barry Allen. In his dorm,…

pool of black. A single beam of sunlight hit her eyes through a crack in the mountain of debris that enclosed her. “Hello?” she howled. “Hello?” she exclaimed again, now beginning to pound on the rubble that surrounded her. I was the only one who heard her. For minutes, the book thief worked at the fragments of wood and concrete that surrounded her. When she finally broke free, the sight of dead bodies and broken buildings massacred her eyes. Smoke created a burning sensation in her nose…

fragile eyes. She saw her mother Cherryfoot for the first time, only hearing her voice for a while. Her sister Spottedkit nuzzled her sister. "Good morning" Spottedkit purred to the awakening light-yellow kit. Sandkit smiled. The nursery looked huge from what she thought. "Come on!" Spottedkit ran out of the den. Stonekit was already outside pouncing on a moss ball. He didn't talk much, but if he said anything you'd listen. "Sandkit opened her eyes!" Stonekit exclaimed sunlight in his eyes.…

It was a very cold but normal December day, everyone in town was doing what they usually do, take kids to school, go to work, get coffee and visit one another. Henry Dunkin was an ordinary 13 year old boy who was tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was very liked by the citizens in the town so you wouldn’t expect anyone to harm him, right? Two weeks ago on a Tuesday, this was a day like any other, the sun was shining and there was a chilly breeze just off the east coast. In the bakery up…