Lip piercing

Ten days has passed by since then and Ash-well, he was gradually making progress, learning through his mistakes and mixing in some of the lessons he had learned through meditation into his daily routine. Patience was the key to his improvement because his aura couldn’t properly flow through his body under a lot of stress, he finally realizes that. Rather than forcing his aura, he approached the matter with a cool head, reducing the stress and taking deep breaths whenever he felt frustrated.…

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…

Adeline opened her eyes and turned, looking at the woman in the driver’s seat, smiling slightly. “I like when it rains.” “You sound like me when I was younger,” Her mother commented. Her long ebony hair fell in loose curls around her full face, lips red and eyes like emeralds. She wore no makeup but she was still beautiful, with her slight wrinkles from her kind smile. “I always loved the rain. It was comforting.” Thunder roared overhead, making Adeline jump slightly. She looked up to…

It was a crisp sunny morning, peering out the kitchen window I could see Blackbirds perched on frosty roof tiles, these were accompanied by steam being vented with regularity from the neighbours central heating, it was the first proper winters day we have had. The multitude of different mugs rattled away as I hastily liquidised a loaf of bread before setting about to tinker with my cheese paste mixture. The rivers were likely to still be coloured and I wanted to try and create a slight…

Despondency The bitterly cold air is blasting into my face and the rain is clattering down onto my skin like thousands of bullets being shot at once. As Arthur and I dash through Deauville Avenue, goose bumps start racing on my limbs. My plump lips are turning blue like an afternoon sky. Inelegantly, I fall through the doors of a petite boutique determined to find something to keep me snug and warm. I catch a glimpse of a sleek, smooth, silky scarf. Flabbergasted, I stand in awe…Wow!…

Ch.1 It was raining, and that meant the smell of pure soil lingered in the air round me. My grey shirt and jeans felt heavy from the water they had soaked up. I was uncontrollably shivering as I made my way across the street. My hair was flying in several directions because of the wind. I hate this. I saw the grey building on the ascending hill and made my way up. I'm pretty sure the bell already rang. I reached the heavy, gloomy doors and with all my strength I tried to pry them open. The was…

Significance of Setting in Ethan Frome In the novel Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton, the setting plays a significant role in many facets including the plot, the decisions of the characters, and the development of the overall atmosphere. The setting of the novel, Starkfield, is a cold, lifeless place with long winters that often make the townspeople downhearted. The town’s six month winters cause the people to stay indoors and keep to themselves. The long, bleak winters also have a remarkable…

A thunderous exclamation is more pronounced than a timid chime. When there is a thunderstorm, the rumbling vibrations echoing the skies is usually more petrifying than the clashing lights filling the clouds. When a mother scolds a child, the way her voice fumes and heightens make the hair of a child’s arms rise. When a person is terrorized by another, it is not the expression of a livid face that ceases the occurrence, but the sound of a voice that wants to be heard. A craven characteristic can…

A dull ache in his ribs woke Tom from a restless sleep. As his mind became fully conscious, the pain steadily intensified and a low moan escaped from between his lips. His eyes fluttered open, and he stared around the room, his face a mask of confusion. For a moment, he had no memory of where he was, but everything soon became clear when his gaze settled on Booker. The dark-haired officer sat cross-legged on his bed reading a comic book. It was a strange sight to wake up to, and blinking…

triangular area covering the part above the upper lip, the entrance of the nostrils, inside the nostrils till the ridge at the forehead. (Let thoughts come up and go. Come back to breath observation every time one strays away. A few deep breaths if one is not able to observe one’s breath) Step-2: Awareness of sensations in the triangular area at the time of inhalation and exhalation. Step-3: Awareness of sensations only in the part above the upper lip and at the entrance of the nostrils. (To…