Through Wolf's Eyes

the foot steps get closer and closer. The door slowly opened, next thing we knew it we were staring at his younger brother Skye. "what the hell is going on in here brother.." Skye said. He hadn't yet noticed me naked underneath his brother. Skye's eyes blinked twice and he noticed me naked underneath Blaze. "Whoa! what is going on here!" Skye questioned with great shock. "NOTHING!! NOTHING IS GOING ON!" Blaze barked with great frustration and embarrassment.…

The scenery around me was so jaw dropping I almost forgot about all the little pinches I was getting. They were just a pinch, like a needle but it hurt so bad. Nothing like I ever experienced before. The city was filled with people not bugs!! Tamara finally asked, “Why are you itching and swatting all over?” I said, “I’m being attacked by some weird insects.” “It might be mosquitos, gnats, or just plain bugs.” Tamara said. I had no idea what those were but I didn’t want to sound like a…

without vision you can't see the beautiful things around you. But our eyes isn't the only way to see things, I think that we can use our imagination to see the things around us and a lot of us don’t realize that. In Emily Dickinson's poems, “We grow accustomed to the dark” and “Before I got my eye put out” she writes about how not having vision isn’t a bad thing, unless you have your imagination. In the poem, “Before I got my eye put out” Dickinson writes about if she loses her sight it would…

“What were you thinking?” The cat’s snarl cut through the air. “You could have been killed, Brightpaw! How many times have I told you that that side of the territory is dangerous?” The brown tabby stood in front of Brightpaw, glaring down at her with wide yellow eyes. She stared back with defiance gleaming in her own eyes. “You told me to be independent! To take charge of my own education! I did exactly what you asked, Quailfang.” “That's not what I meant, and you know it.” Though their…

I could almost see the markings of a pencil that had been pushed into the texture of the white wall. I stood up, and walked over to see what it said. I passed a lady who had fallen asleep on my right that filled the room with an obnoxious rumble that echoed throughout the room. I neared the spot and could make out the words “Hel…” the last word, looked like someone had drew it if they had been in a hurry to write it before they were taken away. Fear encased my brain as I wandered what actually…

Her innocent, baby blue eyes stare up at me as she begs for forgiveness. Tears stream down her face, carving their path and leaving long stains on her cheeks. In her hands, the young girl holds the last piece of the puzzle: a dead rabbit. For the spell to work, the animal has to be alive. All hope is lost, and I know the girl is aware of that, for she weeps as she glances down at the bunny that lays limp in her delicate hands, staining her clothes crimson red. “What happened?” I ask the girl.…

“EWWW!” I screamed as I entered my bedroom. It laid on my pillow with its pure black eyes open, eerily watching me. I could tell it was dead from the way the dried blood plastered on its mottled gray fur. The long tail and feet glistened a pale pink hue in the twilight. The whiskers were stained in a deep red, almost black color. “ALANA! After I’m dealing with this mysterious rat, I’ll deal with you!” What did I do to deserve this? Well, I did my fair share of transforming her into grouchy…

The sun gleamed through Naomi’s bedroom window, highlighting the red strands of her hair. Laying in her bed, eyes closed, peaceful. Her bedroom door opens and her mother comes in and kisses her forehead. “Good Morning baby.” the mother said, running her fingers through Naomi’s hair. She smiled as her eyes slowly opened. “Good Morning Mommy.” “Come on, get up. Breakfast is ready.” She scooped Naomi up, embracing her, and carried her down the steps. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the house.…

The sky plagued with a death like grey shade. The once lively and beautiful city of Belgium, collapsed into a depressing scene of destruction and despair. There was no sign of life. The city was littered with gravel and bricks. Madeline opened her eyes and lifted the debris off of her dress. She stood up, and saw with a blurry vision. She was light headed and did not know what was going on. She started walking, taking in the destruction of her town showing no emotion but acceptance. She did not…

visual stimuli. The study involved the usage of an EOG and an EDA transducer that were attached to my body accordingly before the study was initiated. The purpose of these devices were to monitor the change in muscular electrical activity around the eyes in order to keep track of blinking rates in addition to any respiratory, skin resistance, or heart rate changes that may have occurred during the study in response to specific forms of visual stimuli. During the procedure, it was required that I…