In My Eyes

My eyelids peeled open ever so slightly and never in my life had the view been so profound. Lying in bed, reality looked like a Hollywood movie and everything around me was clear and in sight. Without getting up, my neck snapped to the right. Outside in the distance, I could hear a young boy walking the sidewalks, rock music blasting in his ears, waking me from my slumber. Yet, it was only 4 am and I was fully awake. I go to throw the blanket off my unnaturally warm body and find myself…

He opened his eyes. Everything was blurry and painfully bright. Once his eyes had adjusted to the blinding sunlight, he stood up and scanned his surroundings. What in the world? The landscape was a vast field of death. The sickening stench of blood and exposed organs announced the presence of the unburied dead. Corpses, arrows, shields, and weapons littered the ground as far as the eye could see. Ravens circled above and fallen war flags fluttered below. Where am I? Taking care not to step…

seemed like hours. After ages of attempting i finally managed to open my eyes, which had seemed to be caked with some substance that subtly reminded me of paint, but my achievement had been squandered by what I saw. A bag, most likely made of burlap, had apparently been thrown over my head (if not my entire body for I can not feel any part of it). A sense of numbness encased me like that of the chill of darkness that encased my soul. Drip Drip Drip. The constant reminder of time flowing…

Gallagher, once stated. This statement can be seen by Edgar Allan Poe, with his story, “The Tell Tale Heart.” To begin with, the story started in the 1800s, a vexed butler, also the narrator of the story, was paranoid about an old man’s pale, blue “vulture eye.” The butler stalked the old man every night, when he fell asleep. Until one night, he made a slight noise that appalled the old man; the loud beating of the old man’s heart infuriated the butler, so he suffocated him, and dissected his…

This landscape painting of Sailing with the Sun, consists of a blend of yellows, oranges, blues, and blacks. It is a large body of water with the setting sun sitting just above of it. There is a little white sail boat in the water sailing towards the shore. You can see the ripples in the water, showing that the wind is slightly blowing across the top. The dark black mountains in the background give depth to the water and allows you to see how big and deep it actually is. The sky is a reflection…

of makeup. In evidence, “Egyptians lined their eyes with kohl and used the mascara to deepen their lashes,” (History of Mascara). Consequently, this makeup component has been made a constant impact on the world both presently and historically. Other cultures also used this compound, “In Rome, eyelashes that were long, thick, and curled were a sought-after…

My footsteps punctured the eerie atmosphere and sent a quiet whisper billowing through the drafty house. We silently snuck through the unrelenting passages of the prison, trying not to wake the guards. Our escape into the wilderness had been planned for weeks, like all good plans. A desperate grasp at freedom; a hope that we would be able to taste the breeze on our tongues that assured us hints of power and privilege. The frayed, thinned straps carved into my frail shoulders. A backpack that…

appearance. They don 't feel that they are as beautiful as the women on TV and magazines. The media is mentally brainwashing American females that they are not thin enough, or have blonde hair and blue eyes. This causes women to have hatred against the perfect ideal females. In Toni Morrison 's novel The Bluest Eye two of her fundamental characters, Claudia and Pecola show hate toward others, and themselves since they are not as beautiful as the superior females. “It had begun with Christmas and…

of “true colors” are? Most people would think of a color wheel and how different hues blend together to create radiant colors. There are many different ideas that come to mind when speaking of color. Whether it may be the different sensations of the eye from the reflection of light, how a person’s character is perceived by another, or in other cases it can be used in a metaphorical sense. Artist use these albums cover to relay a message to someone about what could be found within the album, it’s…

around her are sent a shiver down her spine. Swinging her legs to the left side of the bed beneath her, she stands, only to fall back down as the memories that happened not long before flooded into her mind. Her eyes started to burn as her vision went blurry from the tears forming within her eyes. She remembered the blood splattered on the walls, as well as the lifeless bodies belonging to her beloved parents on pools of what she came to realize was of their own blood. Athena couldn't help but…