Essay On The Eyes Of A Girl

Her will was her weapon, her sword an extension of her body, her armor the purity of her soul. She had long fought on many worlds, wondering looking for meaning, answers, purpose, for others like her, but as time went on she gave up, and begin to under-stand the hard way by learning. She soon found out the true power her body was capable of and the power she had over the Abyssians, it was this that she ultimately learned was the reason for her existence, why her father had desired a Hellian, after all her very being was corrosive to Abyssians and their ways. She gripped her blade and roared as she swung, a blast of energy ripped from her blade the crimson flash struck a tree, red electricity exploded from the tree as it was ripped to shreds. It took her years to perfect that technique, but what else did she not know. She held her blade up, and promised it, promised herself she would uncover the secrets of her species and

The anger flowed through her veins and killed her mind as if it was a deadly toxin to her spirit. Her eyes which were once full of innocence and happiness were now full of fire and would kill anybody in their path. Just by looking into her burning stare would slash you into tiny, bloody pieces. No one that knew her would be able to recognise her, as the girl they once knew was gone, and it was all because of him; the vicious, cold-blooded

Her lips formed strange and unusual sounds, her eyes closed softly and her cheeks paled. From her side belt she withdrew a small knife, a dagger. With a quick movement she cut her left hand with the dagger. As the drops of blood hit the cold marble floor the knife also clattered to the ground. The girl remained speaking her foreign tongue and let her life's blood run down her outstretched arm.

She whipped her eyes towards him, but suddenly lurched and fell to the ground. The world slowed, she felt something warm and sticky pool around her. She had managed to turn her head in his direction, only then seeing the enemy army that had caught up with them. One knight savaged her son with his sword and then discarded his body. She tried to reach him, but a spear protruding from her back weighed her down. Then she saw us again, watched as the way the enemy avoided us . She felt cold, knowing her time had come , she looked right in my eyes as her life thread was cut. The end frayed as her body slumped to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was one insignificant life that we had

It has been at least an hour and a half since the attack. She does not remember anything that happened. She slowly get up and reaches for the doorknob. A sudden shot of pain went up her arm. Blood then started dripping from her hand. She had been cut. A knife stabbed her in her hand. “Ow.”, She then blacks out.

Smooth, thin, and cold, the sharp object lying in her hands trembled due to her petite quivering fingers. The unforgiving sharp blade effortlessly sliced through her skin, pain and then numbness overshadowed her thoughts. With the world weighing down on her shoulders and with the sense of oppression, the girl carved into her arm without a feeling of regret. Daring, she placed the knife parallel to her veins located under her thin pasty skin. Finally, with resolution, digging the knife into her small arm, the young tortured girl could feel the deadly weapon tearing and mutilating her long tender veins. Gasping for breath, the pain surged throughout her body. However, with agony coursing through her body, the victim would not stop her leisurely stroll to the grave.

Rae heard Shadow as he told her, “I’m going to cleanse your body.” Rae wondered where River was. She then realized she had asked out loud when Shadow told her he was in his sleep which told her she had been burning all night and it was the next day, day two. She could feel Shadow’s hands and arms on every spot he touched, but she didn’t have anything left in her to scream. As Shadow carried her across the room Rae looked over at her Grandma and she was beautiful and in her healing sleep. Seeing that told Rae it really was almost

Leaving her room she was about to enter Rin’s room when she heard a tiny whimper and a shuffling in the bathroom down the hallway. Saskia bolted for the bathroom, the hallway never felt so long to her before. As she was about to enter the bathroom a man, a strong, tall, and very well built man ran out of the bathroom running toward the window at the end of the hall. Saskia griped her knife and lunged at him, but apparently missed because he succeeded in jumping out the window with a practically a perfect landing and ran. Too concerned for her sister’s wellbeing Saskia ignored the broken window and the man and whipped into the bathroom to find her sister lying on the bathroom floor looking just like what her mother did that night, eyes staring at the ceiling as if all the life had been drained out. Kneeling down next to her sister Saskia started to sob profusely. She couldn’t stop. Pulling Rin up into her arms, she thought. Her only sister, her only family left is now gone. She continued sobbing, then she stopped, it was unmistakable. Rin’s body was smothered in the scent of the man that killed their parents, but why would that murderer have come back? Was he trying to finish off something that he started, if so why didn’t he kill me? Looking at her knife she noticed it had blood on it, apparently she did manage in taking a

She gladly obeyed, and stepped into Lauren’s house, blood trailing in her wake. Lauren swallowed and closed the door behind her. “I’ll just grab a cloth. Wait

Most Shadow Hunters ebing let through here older than she, but Rose was strong headed and demanded that she be let to go to protect her mother. Reluctantly they let her go, Scar usedd the parabatai bond as an excuse to go with her, sometime after Rose wished she'd saved herself the begging and had just ran for it like Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild later did. There were more Endarkened at the Citadel than the Clave had suspected, never-the-less Rose plunged herself into battle. The rush filled her vains as she let her arrows fly, then switched to her seraph blade. Then suddenly her blood ran cold and she froze where she stood. Daren stood infront of her, walking towards her with a blade gripped in his hand, his face that usually held a smile for her was now replaced with a grim determination. The kinda look he got when his prey was locked in, but this was the first time she'd ever had that look locked on her. She called to him and tried to reason with him, forgetting everything going on, forgetting that there was no reasoning with an Endarken. Rose could barely hear the sound of her parabatai screaming at her to remember, screaming warnings at her. She couldn't kill him...how could she... Daren stopped walking and coughed up blood into the white snow they stood on, it was then that she noticed the blade protruding from his chest. Scar, her parabatai had killed him. Rose gasped as she fell to her knees and sobbed. Scarlett quickly knelt beside her and forced her to regain her focus and remember what was really happening. Shutting off the pain the way she once did when she was so much younger she stood and rejoined the

“My mother stood in the shadows of our kitchen, but she didn’t look at me and she didn’t say a word. Uncle took me tightly by the wrist. As he led me from the house, my mother reached out her hand towards me and clawed the air as though trying to pull me back. Then she picked up my little brother and hid behind the door, but I saw her face wither with pain and, in that moment, fear gripped my heart.” (Chapter 1, Page 5 and

Her mother was tied across a bloody table, whimpering and begging. The table was covered in deep crevices created by the swinging of an axe. Her father kept repeating, “ You knew the consequences” to Eva. Allie searched for a way to escape the ropes she was held down by, but she soon came to realize that there was no way out. On the walls of the basements, there were countless knives, scythes, and machetes, all dark red in color. Eva muttered something that infuriated the man that Allie once called her father. Tears streamed down Allie’s face as her mother squirmed on the table in the center of the room. He grabbed the axe and faced Allie, the man yelled, “This is for you!” He raised the axe above his head and swung.

Purple bruises were scattered across her frail wrist like grotesque, swollen beetles. Her knee jutted out awkwardly to her side. Her bleeding, cracked lips were shrunken to a tiny buttonhole. Her tongue stuck out between her teeth like a piece of rubber. Her eyelids fluttered feebly as she lay there - defeated, defenseless, and desolate. Her chest heaved up and down, as her lungs fought for breath – she was barely alive. A caked, muddy trail of shoeprints followed him out the door. He had gotten away again. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. My throat swelled up as my steely resolve began to dissolve. Grief shook my shoulders like an inner earthquake, the world around me crashing down. A nauseating mixture of relief and horror clenched tightly onto my loins – like when you finally stop an itch, only to realize that you’ve ripped a hole in your

The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison, depicts characters desperately seeking to attain love through a predetermined standard of beauty established and substantiated by society. Morrison intertwines the histories of several characters portraying the delusions of the ‘perfect’ family and what motivates their quest for love and beauty. Ultimately, this pursuit for love and beauty has overwhelming effects on their relationships and their identity.

in a long black coat, stood a man – his eyes pierced her skin as he