Nose piercing

He shifted in his seat and quickly glanced down at his watch before resuming the conversation. He appeared to be around the age of 17, a few years older than her. Well-built, with dark brown hair swept back to reveal a sharp but handsome face, piercing eyes that could read your soul and a genuine smile, every eye was drawn to him. He was unaware of the attention, as he was concentrated on what she was saying. A concerned look crossed his face. Nodding, he abruptly…

wanted to go to them and pet them so bad but I waited patiently. Finally, a wolf walked up to me and sniffed my shoes, slowly it worked its way up to my lap and hands. I was both excited and scared. Finally, she looked at me in the eyes and touched her nose to mine. What a rush to be this close to a wolf. I slowly moved my had to touch her. Her fur was unlike anything I’d felt before. It was soft and coarse at the same time. The long corse hairs you felt first and the below this corse hair was…

slowly to the lake. I wondered where their sister Victoria was, although deep down I knew they would never play with her. She was different from her sisters, she had a brown spot of cute fluffy fur on her back and a sweet little brown patch on her nose. While I thought it made her special and unique, not many other animals agreed with me.” Hey Robyn!” Sally said once I reached them. Sally was one of the cutest bunnies on the farm. She had a long soft coat of light brown fur with tons of tiny…

have found nothing better to do than write about my life. I have found that in old age you remember things, such as your first love. This story is particularly about that. 1996 The school bell rang loudly, bringing me back to the real world. My nose was stuck in a book and I tried to start reading again. "Hmm...look at her. Nerd." Someone grunted. I looked up and saw Jacob Stewart and his "henchmen" Joey Bradshaw and Carl Timms. They bullied me since preschool. I scowled and continued…

work. His legs were placed atop his table and his hand was resting against his narrow temples. His bushy black mane was neatly parted to the right, a trend that was gaining more popularity in the town by the day. Any man would consider his rough sharp nose menacing but this was nothing compared to his steel grey eyes that made the air feel like an icy January morning. Each eye skimmed over the report and autopsy so meticulously, it appeared as though he could find a needle in a haystack. His…

them again. I can't do anything but wave, a fake smile upon my face as my heart breaks and sadness washes over me. The wheels grind on the track, creating sparks that fall like shooting stars, and they speed away and off into the distance. A piercing whistle blows out, echoing against the high…

For the first 8 years of my life I was a basketball player until the beginning of fifth grade when my whole life changed. I walked into the band room with all the confidence a tiny fifth grader could have. There were instruments that were bigger than me like a tuba. Now a days I get run over by bass drums. Could you ever imagine that a bass drum could smash a person? Well until recently, neither did I! My class all got the opportunity to try out an instrument. I blew into the flute mouthpiece…

Miss Brandy thoughtfully. Long, curly brunette hair reaching beyond her shoulders, eyes the colour of caramel, long eyelashes protecting her eyelids, perfect teeth, plump peach coloured lips, a petite nose to go with her petite ears, a small beauty spot above her upper lip, freckles covering her nose. She is what people would call a natural beauty. I’d say she is around five foot four and a size eight... She is wearing a black dress, with daisies painted on it, she has teamed this with a pair of…

roughed-up pink carpet. This time one is five and one is three. Laughter escapes the bedroom as I entertain my sister by placing clifford stickers all over my body. She blinks. The two littles are spinning around in the living room. She gasps. An ear-piercing cry comes from the living room. She whips her head towards the sound. A stream of red flows from a deep gash in my forehead. Turns out Mom was right when she yelled, “Stop spinning, you could hit your head on the entertainment center.” Mom…

Plastic surgery is a controversial topic for every age group often related to thoughts of vanity and self-serving rationalization. What has changed over the last several years though is the increasing amount of surgeries being performed on individuals eighteen years of age and under. While many consider plastic surgery to be unnecessary in all non-medical cases for minors, plastic surgery is ethical in special cases including individuals who have lost a significant amount of weight, identify as…