Long hair

iPod and head phones, putting them on I sat down on a large piece of drift wood and watched the waves and eventually the sun set. I looked at the beautiful shades of red, orange, and blue and I realized that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here. That as long as I could come here to sit and think and watch the beauty of the innocence like this moment, everything would be fine. I made up my mind; at least once a week I’d come down here to think and watch the sunset. After a while I got up and walked…

Uncaring about the metallic dataport he felt as his fist wrapped into her hair, he bent her head back and his face came forwards. H is nose inhaling devouring her scent as his teeth came down biting her flesh. His lips closing sucking her skin behind that sexual bite. The force of his orgasm was almost as strong as his first…

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…

“ Malachi, get back to work.” Joel said, his voice stern as always. I flinched at the sound of his voice and quickly got back to reading my government book. This week has been especially hard for me to stay focused as it has only brought back memories of my past. It brought back memories of the things I promised myself I would not ever think about again. The pain I felt, it was just unbearable. But I knew I could not show it or else,... or else suspicion would start to arise, and that would…

She is a cheerleader at Ponyboy’s school. She was pretty to Ponyboy, with nice red hair and beautiful red eyes. She was Bob’s girlfriend. She is a Soc, but she is nice to everyone, including greasers. She doesn’t judge people for who they are or what they look like.In the quote, “Things are rough all over” (page 35), Cherry is explaining…

Raiden could speak. "Another young man is being fitted up just now, in fact." She commented. In the back of the shop was a boy who appeared to be Raiden's age. He had pale skin and light brown hair, and he stood with a slight slouch atop a small stool while another woman dressed in blue pinned up his long black robes. The woman is purple led Raiden over to the next boy and ushered him onto a stool before slipping a robe over his head and beginning to pin it the right length, "Hello," Raiden…

point out the obvious, let me explain my hideous appearance first. It’s not my fault that I look like a witch. The green skin came from a horrible spray tan I recieved hours before those two blonde annoying brats came stomping on my lawn. My long black hair runs in the family from birth, so I can’t really control all of that nonsense. And lastly, I honestly don’t know why these children are facing charges against me when I was only simply trying to help them. Now I was minding my own business,…

and the leaves bid farewell to its mother. The sun parted way with the sky early today, leaving only gloomy clouds greeting the city. I sit behind a group of young ladies schmoozing the day away. With their high heel boots, leather jackets, curled hair, and that latte cup they got at the cafe behind them, I instantly thought of typical white girls. These typical white girls are all over the mall, splurging their week’s worth of work, and do it again next week. They are very Fashionista, with…

come as I was sitting on the not so comfortable bed in the immunization room. Time went by painfully slow as I waited for the nurse to come in with her tray of needles. Finally we heard a knock on the door and in came a short lady with light brown hair tied up in a high ponytail. She introduced herself then came over to me and asked if I was ready. I had said no and she laughed then looked at me and said, “Do not worry, it’ll be very quick you probably won’t even feel a thing.” Right as she…

It was a very cold but normal December day, everyone in town was doing what they usually do, take kids to school, go to work, get coffee and visit one another. Henry Dunkin was an ordinary 13 year old boy who was tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He was very liked by the citizens in the town so you wouldn’t expect anyone to harm him, right? Two weeks ago on a Tuesday, this was a day like any other, the sun was shining and there was a chilly breeze just off the east coast. In the bakery up…