It was like love at first sight; it like a spell was caged on me that I couldn’t shake off. She was so beautiful and gorgeous, that I couldn’t resist not looking at her. Her blonde hair glared and shined like a dazzling light come from above her. Her beautiful green eyes were like looking in an untouched forest. Her hand seemed so perfect and smooth like a baby’s bottom when they are born. She had a laugh of an angle that always put a smil e one me but it was in my heart, not my face. Her face was a bright LED light shiny the way in the dark and light. She had an unstoppable power of happiness. She never let anything get to her and didn’t really care what people said. She was the whole package; she had the sexy, the smart, and the happy. Days came and went but I never talked to this beautiful girl at all unless I was teaching her. Then one day came where I decided to pick up more shifts that she works so I can see her. My emotions were all mixed up I didn’t really know on to act upon them. the feeling I had couldn’t really be explained in anyway shape or form. I just stood their day in and out just staring my life away. I felt like my mind was saying something and my heart was saying something else. I felt like she would be the one for me but also, I felt I was out of her league. I felt she deserves better than me and smarter than me. I felt like a girl as perfect and beautiful ass her would never go with someone like me and is all about football players. Then one
Her face is so small and round her features very soft. She has big beautiful deep brown eyes that glisten like honey in the sunlight, and a curtain of long lashes that brush her cheeks when she smiles. Her lips are pale pink pouty and full like two rose buds. Her almond colored skin paired with her deep brown hair makes the perfect combination. Her face is framed by the dark mane of curls, short and voluminous it moves at the slightest tilt of her head. Only being 5’4 she reaches my shoulder when standing side by side. Anything she holds looks enormous in her small dainty hands resembling a fairy’s.
Judging from most classic fairy tales, a prerequisite for being the heroine of the story is being incredibly beautiful. Beauty, in life as well as literature, is incredibly valued. To be beautiful is to be good and vice versa. This line of thinking is well-represented in classic fairy tales. “Cinderella” by Lin Lan is one of the best examples of how a piece of literature, as well as a society, sees the relationship between virtue and physical attractiveness. Lin Lan’s Cinderella, as with many fairy tales, believes that beauty and goodness are strongly correlated, shows this through the characters and how other characters value beauty, and represents the opposite as well: to be evil is to be ugly. This point of view shown in “Cinderella” is
Have you ever wished that someone had given you a guide on how live the right way? Jamaica Kincaid does just that in her short story, Girl. The narrative is presented as a set of life instructions to a girl by her mother to live properly in Antigua in the 1980’s. While the setting of the story is not expressly stated by the author in the narrative, the reader is able to understand the culture for which Girl was written.
The poem "Girl" by author Jamaica Kincaid shows love and family togetherness by creating microcosmic images of the way mothers raise their children in order to survive. Upon closer examination, the reader sees that the text is a string of images in Westerner Caribbean family practices.
Painted Girl put her bags down on the counter, tired from a long day at work. Tizio was great. He’d taken her to his uncles place and they’d spent a wonderful day ordering things from his antique store. She looked around the kitchen. Chinese takeout littered the countertop but no one had cleaned up. She picked up a note.
In both stories “Girl” and “Story of an hour” there is use of gender that describes a typically unfair direction of the role of a women, yet the use of gender is describe differently. The use of gender in the “Story of an hour” is mainly about how the wife of a husband who dies in the train crash is going to deal with life without her husband and if she will be able to handle it emotionally. While the story “Girl” deals with a mom that tells her daughter to be well mannered fit in socially with society. The role of women in both stories is to be well mannered and considerate with high standards of behavior. For instance, in the story the women tell the daughter “ on Sunday try to a walk like a lady” (123). A lady is what the mom wants her to become because she is afraid of her becoming unfit for society. Ladies are expected to be very polite and speak in good manners in order to fit the ideal women. In the “Story of an Hour” there is a specific way her family wants her to handle her husband death. The facts Mrs. Malland was told about the tragedy at a certain times makes me believe that writer wants us to believe that women have harder time dealing with her marriage life.
With that letter it’s noon and I’m most likely to find her at Sammy’s. I see her a little ways up the street, and I start to run towards her. She turns around because someone starts to talk to her. Once I reach her I spin her around, and kiss her. Her reaction feels shocked at first, then she kisses me back once she realizes who it is. After the kiss was over I notice her crying I ask “Why are you crying beautiful?” She says to me “It’s been so long I thought you would have forgotten about me.” I look at her with tears welling up in my eyes and reply “I could never forget about the girl of my dreams, the girl that I love, and the girl I can’t live without.” I then decide that this moment is the perfect moment. I then with no second thought got down on one knee. With no words in my mouth to say she still understood what my gesture meant. She then with no words in her mouth to say nodded yes. I then stood upright, and tilted her back a little bit. I kissed her yet again, but this time more passionately with more meaning. I knew deep down inside of me that this is my girl, my everything, and here shortly she will be my wife and the mother to my
There was just something about her, as soon as I laid my eyes on her I just knew I fell in love. I guess it’s true what they say you can fall in love at first sight. But at first I felt like I just wasn't good enough for her, I felt like if I even tried I would just embarrass myself. But the way she just worked on that hardwood floor just gave me goosebumps and shivers going down my spine. When I isolate myself with her four countless hours it made me forget about everyone else in this world it felt like we were the only ones.
All types of horror films are designed to unfold our most horrible fears and insecurities that lie deep within. It successfully focuses on the bizarre and illicit side of life that frights us by playing around our nightmares, vulnerability, and fears of the indefinite. However, despite how chaotic and terrifying these films are, the horror-genre still attracts and repel us. We crave to see the numerous film villains overtake our nightmares and then be defeated by a particular “Final Girl” who normally places society back to its stagnant normality.
When I first read through Jamaica Kincaid’s “Girl,” I’ll admit my first reaction to the piece was relief at the short length. However, as I processed what she was writing, my appreciation for the piece deepened. It is rapid and blatantly lays out the standards that Kincaid was held to during her childhood. It is written as though the reader is on the receiving end of a harsh set of rules, seeing their brutality from Kincaid’s perspective. Originally, I believed Kincaid’s purpose for writing this piece was to highlight the stark contrast in the treatment of men and women.
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
In The book Story Of a Girl by Sara Zarr the word of the wiser was when deanna wanted stacey to have her money and she stated, “here, take my money for you guys that I made.” which she worked all summer for because she thought she was going to move out with them. Stacey and darren moved out with april and left deanna home which was not deanna's plan. Deanna normally would not have given the money especially because it wasn't going to her own good because she wasn't even moving with them. Deanna also said in the beginning of the book when Lee said she wanted to go on a huge shopping spree at the end of the summer with all the money deanna made at work, Deanna said, “No, i'm not spending my money on that crap. I'm moving out with darren and
Chirp Chirp the birds are chirping and, Pre is walking home alone from school to her granny’s house since her mom and dad are on a cruise ship to Hawaii. When all of a sudden she heard a baby crying, “waa waa” at 3:00 P.M. In Los Angeles, Beverly Hills California, when she looked back she didn’t see anyone. At that point she was swollen because someone had kidnapped her and hit her with something that felt like a bat. Though she didn’t see anyone who hit her so it wasn’t a person. It was a ghost!! Thun dun thun dun!!!
God gave us all unique faces, all beautiful in their own ways, so why not have a little fun with them? Why not show off what we love about ourselves, show how we like to display our features, and talk to our friends what we love about them? Wearing makeup gives us a chance to do just that. Society today, though it denies even the slightest notion of it, tells us that if we look and feel good, we should also feel some kind of insecurity. We have the ability to wear makeup in a way that fights against this idea. Makeup has the capability to transform us into confident people, which in turn molds us into braver and more courageous lights for Christ. In addition, makeup can show who and what we are as people, just like a passion
Girl by Jamaica Kincaid is a prose poem about a mother writing to her daughter and telling her how to do things. If by Rudyard Kipling is a father telling his son that if he can do certain things, he will become a man. These stories are similar and different in many ways, like their different formats, different points of view, and similar topic.