The North Face

My first words were “cookie” and “more.” With blonde hair reminiscent of blinding bursts of sunlight and pudgy hands that undoubtedly shook with unrestrained excitement, I—or rather, my one year old self—requested that I get another cookie. I did not, however, ask for the delectable treat with simmering wisps of steam rising from it with the faltering voice of a callow toddler. Rather, I asked for that chocolate delicacy with the awkward movement of chubby hands that contorted uncomfortably. My…

I still couldn’t believe it had been ten whole years since I had moved from this place, but I just couldn’t get the memories out of my head. I could still feel the classic Norvelt wind blowing across my face calling me out to come and realize that this is where I belong. Well, I guess it was correct because even, after all, I and my family moved to Florida things just didn’t seem to want to go right. As I walked through the neighborhood I could still see everything as it was ten years ago,…

sight—” “And you won’t.” She paused. “Just let—let—let me come with you, it’ll go faster and I’ll be right next—next—next to you the whole time.” She sucked in a deep breath, then continued, “We—we—we’re wasting time.” He ran a hand down his freckled face. “Ugh, fine. But you tell me when you can’t go on, got it?” Snapping was a thing he did when he gave up, a sign of defiance against the idiot who dared prove him wrong, so when it was directed at her, Lydia couldn’t have been more ecstatic.…

Human Interaction “Class, Class please quiet down, today we have a visitor. I have studied this young man for most of my life. The year I graduated with my doctorate was the same year this man was put into Alburque Asylum for his mental state. This man has Dissociative Identity Disorder, something you all might recognize as Multiple Personality. DID is when a person obtains two or more personality states in their mind. In 1916, he was placed in this asylum as his mother felt there was something…

horrors, who demanded virgin sacrifices. Alex mutely nodded, and the woman smiled, “H-hi,” Alex said weakly her face flushing. Oh gods, why am I so flustered, she thought frustrated with herself. Alex’s mind then took the time to realize that she was naked in the arms of a beautiful woman, who turned out to be an equally nude mermaid, save for the pearls and gems draped across her chest. Her face flushed even more if that was possible. “Hi,” she said smiling at Alex while adjusting her in her…

When coming face to face with a face threatening act we are most likely trying to protect our presenting and faces. A times most of us become extremely defensive when we make mistake and start acting extremely selfishly. When we are becoming defensive we start getting the feeling that someone is threating us, and we become extremely over protective of ourselves. Competent communicators protect others faces as well as their own. For example, a teacher will try to support their students faces when…

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…

She Face Timed him last night and things got naughty. This morning, she was thinking about Nico and what having regular sex with him would be like. She couldn’t believe Kendall dropped the rule. Although, it seemed as though he wanted Libby to take care of…

“I had no other choice”, said Jasmine as she glared into my face of confusion. The glare she held was obviously a way of her holding her frustration and the tears that followed. After several moments of awkward glares, I to became frustrated. The only thought that ran through my mind was how could she have done such a thing? I wondered how she truly felt about her decision and hoped she felt awful for it. I was also disappointed that she gave up on a challenge before even trying or at least…

It is late and I am exhausted after a long laborious day. Then again this I should be used to this for I am a Page. I spend my day serving the noblemen and learning to be a knight. I work to become strong, riding horses and mastering the use of weapons. How I love practicing fencing, I love the way the sward feels as it swings through the air. Oh, how I await being a knight. We work hard though always on the move running areas for the noblemen, doing chores and running more areas. By the end of…