Small Faces

scholar, Nobel prize winner, the most amaz-,” “-Ing B ever received on a test in the history of ever,” Peter finished for her, smiling and sliding her test off of his thesis statement. Maya glared at him, snatching her B up she smacked him in the face with it, then turned to Ned, who was snickering. “Fuck off Petey. Ned, you’re proud of me. Aren’t you,” “Of course Maya, it’s an amazing grade,” “Damn skippy, Imma frame…

He grew up in a Spanish speaking home in America, and was ultimately feeling as if the world around him wanted him to just “choose one”. He mentions that many Mexicans immigrating to the United States want their kids to feel like they will face less problems by having American names. Throughout history we see the idolizing of Americans and whites around the world. With tv, newspaper, and word of mouth we can come to a conclusion that living the white American dream was what people wanted…

The laboratory door creaks open, with just enough time for the man to heave himself up off the floor. The face of his favorite student materializes before him. "Professor Rob!," she exclaims at the sight of his tattered and burnt lab coat. Rob remains silent. He walks toward his machine with a somber expression, and stares at the hunk of melted metal sitting…

Water rushed around his ears, tossing his body like a ragdoll through the currents. A blurry face stood in front of him, its smile stretching from ear to ear and eyes gleaming brightly. Union had never felt so tired. All the energy had been sucked from his body, leeched out like toxins from his skin. His heavy eyelids closed once more, the breath…

Life has a way of continuing, of moving on without you, if you let it. Time keeps ticking, the earth keeps spinning and somehow, you keep breathing. Even when the world falls around you and buries you, you still breathe. Eventually, you get back up or face the alternative. Once upon a time, I wanted the alternative, but it wasn’t meant to be. And now I knew why. She was beautiful. Simply beautiful, as if that one single word could even come close to describing what I felt when I looked at her.…

The reaction on the woman’s face which show absolute pain or the pain the man assaulted by the hose experiences show us the struggle they face to be free from the shackles of segregation that holds them down in their country. The photo does not only leave us with a visual understanding of the experience of the subjects but also a series…

blue than his eyes were the bags under them. A grease stain was smeared across his left cheek and ink splotches covered his hands. All his little scars were in the same places. There were too many too count criss-crossing the backs of his hands, a small one along his right bottom jaw, and one dangerously close to his temple. He was dressed like a mechanic and a hiker had decided that he needed a new wardrobe. Odds and ends spilled from…

Sam peeked at Jacob’s face from under her lashes. Reassured by his slight smile she admitted, “I wondered if we were alone.” “I don’t remember cleaning up and changing?” she finished with a question in her voice. There was a long pause before Jacob replied. “You were in no state…

were honking, but their leader still refused to move forward. The truck door creaked open, the fearless leader emerged and in the midst of the road, stood a man with a hunched figure, ragged clothes and hair,and clown face paint along with a severe amount of blood smeared across his face. Several of the…

both eyes. Something here is not quite right and I screw my face up in concentration. Tears mean someone is sad, sad is worse than glum. People do not usually cry when they are glum, apart from my uncle Roger who ‘suffered from depression’ and cried sixteen times in all of the times…