trapped in her trance. Her eye held the power that was keeping us down. She was wearing a revealing tight black dress that came up to her mid thigh. Her eyes were the color of silk, white with a tint of purple. “ We don’t have the egg anymore, so why are you here?” Anna shouted desperately trying to move free from the trance. The succubus made a loud vile sound which made Anna and I fell to our knees. Clenching my
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seen in a long time. She colored her hair into a bright purple and always seemed to be wearing a hoodie or sweater of some sort. I suppose that when I was part of the world I would have gone by her without a thought. But for some reason now her blue eyes, that looked through me, drew me to her. It was a week before I knew her name, Elizabeth. A regal name for a short plain girl with purple hair. I had started to follow her, not that anyone would actually know that I did it. In the first week of following
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Chris P. Bacon is a 40-year-old male caucasian with chronic low back pain. Chris is approximately 6 feet tall and weighs 200 pounds. He’s originally from Flagstaff, Arizona, but currently resides in Phoenix with his family. Chris is married and has two children, Natalie (age 14) and Michael (age 9). Mrs. Bacon is a housewife and Chris is employed as a full time security guard at a mall. He earns about $24,000 a year. Some of his most strenuous activities include walking and standing for long periods
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From the moment Leia woke up, she had realized something was wrong. Her hands were cold and stiff from sleeping outside in the sand, which had chilled in the Autumn night. Her bare legs were warm and covered in a heavy fur, but she recognized the deep, rhythmic breathing of her canine companion who was beginning to stir as Leia shifted. Her spine ached as she stretched over the log she had rest against, a knot in the wood had embedded itself into her shoulder. As she regained consciousness, she
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it must be the lighting in my freezer I thought she was beautiful, but I swear her eyes were never this dull, nor her lips so blue. “Kat,” her name spilled from my lips with ease, but I was awarded no response. The skeleton of who was once my best friend made her way into my home without invitation. She struggled to walk, but I knew better than to mention it. This girl had gone missing for two years without so much of a note, and yet here she stood before me. “I went to your funeral,” I mused,
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Through the flicker of the carriage window I see the pale somnolent face, hollow darkened eyes and jet-black hair of my reflection. The sweeping coat, worn leather boots and thick woolen scarf that encircles my neck rests haggard about my slouching frame. I reach up and try to rub away a smudge of dirt from my cheek. It doesn’t budge; instead the pitiful image stares back at me unchanged through the train’s darkened glass. Alone in the compartment I sit and stare through the limp reflection. Counting
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Several different neural structures in the brain play an important role in the ability to see and understand what is being seen. Before visual information enters the brain, it must first pass through the retina in the back of the eye, which contains special photoreceptor cells called rods and cones (Kalat, 152). Rods help to see in dim light conditions, while cones are active in bright conditions and are used to see color (Kalat, 152). There are specific types of cones for different colors, such
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kitchen doing my homework, I suddenly realized that someone was intently watching me through a nearby window. My heart felt like it was pounding 1,000 beats per minute. I started to sweat and felt like I was going to start crying. Out of the corner of my eye I saw it was a woman about thirty-six years old. I thought, Do I run and hide or do I not move and pretend I didn’t see her? I peaked up and noticed the woman had ducked below the window. I heard shuffling in the bushes below the window and a shark
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Wolfkit blinked open her eyes. At first, the dim light shining through the leaves above blinded her sensitive eyes. She took a look around, gathering in the shape of her mother and her two siblings. Sleepily she stretched and curled into a tighter ball. A paw prodded her back and Wolfkit flopped over onto her other side. “Wolfkit, sweetie, your brother and sister are up and playing,” Moonfeather, her mother, mewed gently. Wolfkit jumped up on to her paws and looked up. She stared at her mother
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I picked the panel at the top right of page 103. I picked this panel because of its use of a bleeding gutter and mildly abstract art which slowed down time. It is a silent panel that generates a sense of timelessness and leaves the reader ingrained in this simple rectangle of art. Because of its lack of speech balloons and context, it leaves an endless amount of room for the reader to use closure and create any story they want to. The use of the bleeding gutter is the main reason I picked this
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