Personal Narrative-Mysterious Vellella

(This is too much information for one paragraph but it has been left like this to emphasise to you that whatever you choose to write about her physical appearance should all be together in one paragraph.)

I start to think through the whole night, struggling to detangle a story, even a sentence, from my racing memories. Every moment under the stars that seemed so perfect at the time, even that faint trash smell, was a clue I needed to unravel. But all I can see is her face; all I can hear is her laugh.

He could feel her next to him, holding tightly onto his hand as they trekked through the quiet city. The sheer beauty invaded every ounce of his being, filling him with a feeling that could only be described as breathtaking, overwhelming joy. Her smile, beautifully illuminated by the lights around them, refused to dull. The world around them seemed to disappear with every small kiss they stole from each

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

The only thing that looked anything like her at all was the eyes. They were a clear, deep blue like the sea that all of his race loved with a fierce desire, like dwarves relished their mountain halls filled with gold. But her eyes were also filled with a deep sadness and guilt that seemed to seep from the color itself.

She was a delightful, brave girl with brunette eyes and short hair. Her friends saw her as a fine, kind friend. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a spotty deaf person. That's the sort of woman he was.

She arrived at the ball and everything was so magnificent and beautiful. She danced, ate, and enjoyed herself.

Her smile was like a candle, it could light up a room no matter how dark it is.

In fact, my Maria’s awareness was the reason I chose her for that special night, it was my birthday after all; I wanted her to notice everything, from the haunted trees to the ghostly wind. I looked to her face to see that look of quiet panic again, and I was thoroughly satisfied by those lovely brown eyes that noticed everything; I was so busy studying her that I did not realize she had spoken, and I did not see her outstretched hand. I politely asked her to repeat

I knew she was special. I instantly fell in love with her. She had long, wavy, brown hair that made her skin glow. My eyes met her bright, shiny, emerald green eyes, which left me speechless.” The beginning of that paragraph describes the person perfectly.

She was thin with fair skin and had the body of a hottie." Mr. Miller stopped to chuckle at his own rhyme, then asked for a refill. "As I was saying," he stopped once again when a server handed him another drink, and he took a giant gulp of it. "His wife wore a slimming red dress, which seemed like she wore to impress. Her eyes were as dark and mysterious as the night sky. She had her eyebrows perfectly plucked into an arch. She was a glorious sight to see. No man in the world could even dream of someone as beautiful as she. The carpenter's wife had a personality that could outshine the sun! She was so beautiful that she would be worthy of marrying a King or any working man for that

Feeling the soft breeze grasp her fingertips, and rustle the leaves beneath her feet she knew.

When Anne laughed, no one else could resist the temptation to laugh too, it had a magical appeal that was impossible to ignore, her lips spreading into a smile radiating mirthful joy and her eyes sparkling like a clear, starlit sky.

She sighed and wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror, staring at herself wrapped in nothing but a fluffy towel. She had the body of a woman with curves in all the right places: ample breasts and a round bottom to even out the picture. She’d always hated that the most. She may have looked like a woman, but she felt like a small child still. She was pale- even by Arizona standards (which made hiding bruises hard)- and her hair was wavy and gorgeous. It was her eyes though, that drew in people. Deep, soulful, chocolate brown eyes that captured the attention of nearly every person she‘d ever met- except her mother.

Who is she? That girl with the long carrot orange hair standing by the brilliant ocean. She seems loud and confident like the leader of a lion's pack, yet gentle in her words like the angel who visits you when you need her. She made everyone surrounding me, lying on this rich sand, seem like they did not exist anymore. She is tall like a king who sits on his golden throne that sparkles like a small meaningful sun no matter if it is day or night. Like most people, she had two feet, but one was somehow longer than the other. She had big blue story telling eyes. I felt like I knew her the moment I saw those dramatic eyes. Her bathing suit was dark green with one big white dot. She stands there by the water debating if she should gracefully dive