Lip piercing

I hate sounds. I always have, ever since I could remember. Even my most early memories are tainted by my hatred of the noises. A perfectly good family dinner ruined by the baby crying, crying at nothing it seemed. A perfectly good family dinner ruined by a baby, who is a baby no longer. I was 9. We never had family dinners, not then and not now. I guess it was supposed to be a treat or something. A reward for pretending to be the functioning family that we were not. I dreaded family dinners.…

ceiling as beads of sweat drip down his forehead. A small smile plays across my lips as I realize just how unique we all are. “Hey, Alli!” A familiar voice interrupts my thoughts. “Oh. Umm. Hi, Zach.” “How are you today?” He questions. The brunette girl sends a piercing glare my way. “Uh..I’m good. How are you?” I reply, attempting to seem…

recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every…

louder — the same result as before. The ebony haired woman scrunched her face in exasperation, realizing she had no choice. An ear-piercing crack erupted through the bar. Everyone in the bar flinched, facing what produce that deafening noise. The female in the center of the bar holstered her gun before reaching into…

a dress code promotes a positive example to the students and shows unity amongst the teaching staff. As all of the teachers come dressed in modest, clean clothing and their hair is appropriately groomed and they aren’t covered with tattoo’s and piercings, new role models will emerge for the students in the classroom, at school dances, and at after school activities. Additionally, as the teachers adhere to a dress code, students will perceive a unity amongst the teaching staff, which will in…

Asha Piercing had began to hate looking at her mother's house. It was a pearl white house surrounded by a big golden-wired fence, and enormously musculus pool;inside and out. It had a yard you would die for, because weeds never grew, yet the flowers in the yard were always healthy and bright. There were gardens of lily's plotted perfectly all around the walls. And the arching trees in the front made a normal walk to her mother's front door a dream. No one exactly knew when it was built or…

Guilty as Charged I met Deluca in a once quiet prison, which was now scurrying in a manic manner as the correctional officers and the Governor tried to assess the prison’s most recent situation. Behind a strengthened distressed steel door was an abundance of handpicked inmates all awaiting their fate. A select few of the inmates did not seem amused by the situation, and some could care less. More than half of the prisoners were clenching the posts of the door in a rage, screaming at the top of…

everything was in fast-forward while I sat motionless in the middle of it all. My parents were yelling at me, both wearing petrified expressions, yet all I could hear was the heart monitor whose tone had altered from a steady rhythm to a prolonged, piercing beep, just as my vision faded.…

her to exclaim in fear. All who was left to Gregor was his sister, Grete. She was the only family member that contained interaction with him. This soonly resulted in a downfall when she exclaimed "You, Gregor! cried his sister with raised fist and piercing eyes. These were the first words she had addressed directly to him since his metamorphosis.” (2.26) Grete refused to call this bug “Gregor” and insists that the family will dispose of him. Later in the story, Metamorphosis, is not told in the…

“Because, my Drea, there is the right time and place for everything.” “But the time should be now,” she said in a joking whine, batting her eyes coquettishly. “You know everything about me.” Gawain scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Hardly. Chipping away at your armor is exhausting, woman.” “Oh, that is foolishness. You need to shed your armor, Sir Gawain. What’s wrong?” Playfully, she tapped her finger against her chin. “Scared?” “Of your wrath? Who wouldn’t be?” They both laughed. Drea took…