Descriptive Personal Narrative Story

Mrs.Gulon had wavy, shiny blonde hair that went three inches past her shoulders. She was tall and slim and her face was one and a half inches smaller than a normal size face. There was a four inch wide, one inch tall half bump on her face. The bump had light blue eyes and a nose. The nose was shaped like a baby's nose but only a titch smaller. Below

Her voice was as soft as silk, and it seemed to slide through lips that managed to form all the right words in just the right way. She had a body that was perfectly built for comfort, and legs that started somewhere in the stratosphere before subtly working their way back down to

She was slim and delicate looking. She had dark brown hair, almost black, pulled back in a braid. The tie resting on her shoulder and fell off when she got out her note pad. She had a few freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks and blue eyes that reminded Harry of the way clouds darkened before it rained horribly. She wore the usual pale pink dress and baby blue apron all the waitress wore. She smiled and flicked to a new page on her pad.

It was around 3:30 on a cold winter afternoon, and my brother and I pull up into the Highschool parking lot. As he pulled up to the door of the school, I thanked him for the ride and he sped off to return home. I opened up the doors of the school, and worked my way down the steps, to the wrestling room to weigh in, and wait to leave. As upon entering, I was greeted by other wrestlers roaming the hallways. As I entered, I threw my things down next to someone and sat down. With the butterflies in my stomach starting to emerge, I was still content. The group of us sat in the large room joking around, and talking. Then it was all stunned to a halt when my coach yelled at us to “listen up.” He instructed us to gather our things and get

She had long ash brown hair that went down to her ribcage, bags under eyes from the insomnia, acne (She wasn't the best at selfcare.), black eyes that she is often complimented for, and small bows in her hair.

As she chatted with Renee, I found myself searching her for external flaws. Something overdone, gauche, but it wasn’t there. She looked comfortable in her skin, youthful, but not overly so, elegant. Her jewelry was tasteful. Her makeup, flawless. Her teeth, perfect, of course. All I could come up with was the slight aging of her hands. I felt a small tug of envy, and tried to push it away. Inside, though, who knows? Maybe she’d mellowed since college. Maybe she wasn’t such a bitch anymore. Though so far the evidence ran against that

Dressed in a sleeveless shirt, Devin tensed his muscles as he grabbed the journal off the desk. He stood up, pushed the chair against the wall with his calves and whipped the journal across the room. He watched it bounced off the full brick wall and land with a thump on the hardwood floor.

Nux watched the desert go by through his side window, letting his mind wander. During the time with the Wives, he had seen so much. He had obviously seen different groups of people before, the ones that he and the other War Boys fought and killed when out in battle or on supply runs. At the time, all he saw them as were threats, angry beasts to challenge him on his way the Gates of Valhalla. Something put there to prove his worth.

Stacy, sit,” Dr. Avis spoke, and Danny, who had been lingering just in front of the double doors, strode forward to sit in one of the plush white chairs just in front of Dr. Avis’s desk. It was also at this time that Danny got the first glimpse of her doctor. The woman was extremely beautiful by Danny’s standards. She observed Danny through the lenses of black cat eye glasses. Her eyeliner was wing out at a sharp edge that looked like it could kill a man, and her lips were a soft orchid pink. Dr. Avis’s brunette hair was pulled up in a classy, but admittedly messy, bun atop her head with a swept fringe and fly-away hairs framing her face. The loose fitted black button up the doctor wore was unbuttoned just enough to show the smooth cream of her chest and the beginnings of cleavage. At the line between her breast hung an anatomically correct heart necklace that Danny was immediately fond

I stepped back, confusion ricocheting against my skull. I couldn’t draw my gaze away from those pools of madder, seeming to meld perfectly to the flickering brightness that clung to his iris. I was so entranced, how beautiful it was. A harsh bark snapped my attention back to what he was saying.

She thought it was over. His words had been final, driven with a hammer's blow into an eternally buried coffin.

Liam can hear a particularly loud cicada that sounds like it’s about to break into the apartment. He looks around and wonders briefly if it’s sitting on the brick wall outside on the fire escape. That brick must be hot, it’s been around mid-90s lately. Bugs must really appreciate their skinny, little, unfeeling bug legs--

I couldn’t help but feel miserable on the saturated, and frigid concrete floor. Just to think a couple of days ago, I was sitting on the recliner reading my favorite book kidnapped. Ironic right, considering I’m trapped in a cell with a crazy person having to fend for myself. It all started with a fight with my mom about a party.

There it was, the diamond necklace.The light shining through the top of the glass case projecting a large shadow under the necklace.The necklace was a silver chain that had emerald pendants surrounded by diamonds dangling down.The thought of the many things I could trade for the necklace was racing in my mind but, getting my sister back chased the thought away.  The wooden floor squeaked as I drew my self-closer and closer to the glass stand barricading the necklace. I found myself hesitating as I got closer to the glass stand. I carefully placed my hand on the cold bare glass. I paused and played the many things that would happen once the glass was lifted from the stand.

She was very pretty. Her hair color is black and eyes are big. They 're round too, which is impossible. Her eyelashes are seductive with her crimson red lips. She looked like she came out of a model magazine. Her exterior is beautiful, but her heart is black like ashes. She 's merciless and does not care