Faces

queen’s faces are both very symmetrical. Both sides of the face mirror each other; along with symmetry the faces also possess qualities of beauty. Both Mycerinus and the queen have detailed features, in which the artist carved in high cheekbones beneath the eyes, created pouted lips where the lip shape is circular and has a slightly swollen appearance. The nose of both of the figures are rounded, yet petite. However, the ideals among male and female differed, which can be seen in the face of the…

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…

“Hello,” it growled. Hot salty tears were streaming down my face and I started to scream. It’s long fingers wrapped around my face, muffling my noise. Sobbing out of fear, I tried to pry them away. They were just too strong, I couldn’t do it, and I was trapped. I knew what was going to happen next. Death. It grabbed both my arms and started pulling…

The year is 3031… Except it’s not really 3031. In fact, it’s not really any year because the government decided that civilians knowing the year apparently gives us too much power. All records and calendars were ordered to be destroyed back in 2020. Back then, the Ancients tried to continue keeping track of the years and for decades they were successful. However, as the Ancients started dying out, their decedents cared less and less about the year. Now, only the top scientists and high ranked…

painting was still able to make a shape. For the painting Suzanne Staud used water colors. The painting can be described as having two faces looking at each other, with one have their lips puckers on the left, while one has their tongue out on the right, which could possibly represent the goofiness, or the masculinity of the face to be seen as a man. The lips of the face on the left could…

No one is willing to say love is a torture; people only talk about how wonderful it is. However, in many cases, love is also painful. Sometime the person who makes you the happiest is the person who can hurt you the most. The German film Phoenix told us about an absurd love story. In this film, love becomes more complicated because it went through the extreme difficulties, such as death, betrayal, selfishness and greed. The heroine Nelly Lenz went through all the difficulties and survived in the…

It was nearly a 100 degrees and all I could think was the cold ocean wind breezing past my face back at home. But I soon realized this was insignificant compared to experience that would soon come. The program had many challenges we had to face. But one of which impacted me the most, was known as “living like a local day”. A couple weeks into the program a group of seventeen people and I were given the challenge to…

boy dusted in freckles had fallen asleep, oblivious to the tension in the room. On her right, an elderly woman clutched on to the cross hidden under her neck, muttering in an unknown language as if she could ward off the demons masked behind human faces with a single chant. She could tell that the prosecutor was talking from the movement of her lips but she didn't hear a single word. All she could focus on was the boy whose golden locks were tousled to the side, his amber eyes consumed with…

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…

on the floor next to him I saw his face. There was utter terror in his eyes. His entire face was engulfed in a fire engine red color with tears streaming in all directions down his swollen cheeks and puffy face. I asked “What is happening here?” and he responded, beginning to well up with tears again, “heeee beeeeed meeee!” “He what?” I said, “Stop crying I can’t understand you.” He yelled, in an attempt to hold back a fit of hysterics, “He bleed me in the face and I’m WET!” I shot an accusing…