Hair care

knowing that school started in an hour. She got out of her warm bed and got dressed in an army green sweater, gray jeans, and pulled on some brown boots. She walked out of her room and into the bathroom. She combed out her softly curled chocolate brown hair, and applied some gold winged eyeliner over her icy blue eyes and she dragged her burgundy lipstick over her lips. She ran back to her room grabbing her phone before running down the stairs. Her older brother, Oliver, and…

And I jumped on him kissing him hungrily. It felt so real as did his hair his baby blue shirt. His touch. He was about to lay me down on the ground when I heard the most irritating noise. I was the alarm. “Oh,great.” I said Then I woke up in my room. I sat up turning off my alarm and sighed. How dare it interrupt a beautiful…

Today is the day that Rex and Dexter could go to the shaft to fight the dead. “You ready bro?”, asked Dexter? “More ready than you’ll ever be”, taunted Rex. “Do you guys ever stop bickering?”, asked Margot. “Come on guys, we need to get there early so you can get warmed up and for you two to figure out your strategies”, instructed James. James was 19, and he was the older and much more mature than his two younger brothers Rex and Dexter. Ever since their parents died two years ago, James had…

Looking in the mirror, Anele pulled her hair into a half bun and applied foundation to her pale complexion. Smearing lipstick across her almost blue lips, she hurries to the kitchen and checks the time. Anele grabbed her suitcase as she swung open her front door and dropped down onto the steps. What was she missing? Oh, keys! Her mind jumbled, she turns back around and reentered the house for the third time. She didn’t know where the time always went. It was one of those days she thought as she…

would wear blue, faded overalls covered in oil stains. His steel toe work boots would be ripping and fraying showing the shiny metal underneath. He would have a five o'clock shadow beard growing. Like the computer whiz, the mechanic would have ruffled hair and a faded baseball cap covered in stains. He would be a quiet and patient man, but whenever he did talk it would only be about this souped up engine he is building. His voice will be awfully protruding and easily recognized when he is…

expensive? There aren’t that many stylists out there that can cut curly hair. Whether they ‘ll admit that or not is another thing entirely. Enough of us have our own horror stories as evidence of this. Whether it’s a botched haircut, a too tight style or just the general sense that the stylist really had no clue what they were doing, we’ve all been there or know someone who has. When looking for a stylist to cut your curly hair, your really have to do your research. Sure, there are…

before they returned home from work. On the weekends the bar was packed with numerous people who were all there to drink to the weekend. In the winter of 1937, the normal customers were in the bar enjoying their time when a ragged man with jet black hair that flowed down to shoulders and a beard that was as thick as a mop came through the door. The usual customers…

every day, smoking a cigarette. He looked proud, but lonely; satisfied, but broken. His eyes were filled with melancholy. He wore the same outfit every day: a ragged white shirt, dark blue jeans, brown belt, and an old mahogany vest. His unkempt facial hair was turning gray, but he didn’t look any older than forty years old. “Would you like some tea?” I would ask every day. His response was always “No,” the first time. Having been raised in an Afghan household, I knew I had to ask three times…

the far corner. He ran to them and quickly emptied their contents into his back back. Once outside again, Minho gathered his bearings and set off back to base. The night was not pure darkness, a full mood shone, reflected the light off his jet black hair. Setting off into a run, his muscular built meant that the load he carried was an easy task. He let his mind wander, his breathing set into a steady…

“Who are you?’, I mumbled as I examined the pictures and art carefully. He never tried to hide his face and was easily recognizable. Black eyes the color of an abyss, black hoodie, black pants, black sneakers, black hair, pale skin, high cheek bones, and very thin. If not for his hair, one could mistake him for a skeleton in clothing. Maybe that’s where he gets his name from. I laughed at the thought, as any fool with even a shred of sense knew better. It has been 10 months since I became…