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perspective as a captive. When I walked into the cold room I looked at my schedule. I don’t understand how the numbers work here. I was told one side is odds and the other side is evens, I don’t even know what those are. I walked up to a old man with gray hair and wrinkly skin that reminds me of raisins, from what I have learned by Japedo that means he was a good man who led a good life. The man looked up at me and squinted. “Do you need any help miss”, the old man croaked. “Yes, wait no, well actually yes

Fyteia Forest. When there were no storms, right after the beginning of time. There were two people that everyone knew very well, Keravno and Vronti. Keravno was a very beautiful young woman with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Vronti was very muscular, not much older than Keravno, had brown hair and green eyes. They were in love and planned to marry each other one day. However Cupid’s twin brother Sore, wanted to separate them. He wants the world to be covered in hate, because the more hate

speaks of light brown that suited his brown hair well. My Mom studied in college for four years about physical science and constellations. She told me the “black droplets” were called kelles. Kelles are toxic acid that will kill anything that comes in contact with it. My Dad told me NASA predicted kelles to breakout in the year 2070, so that’s why the hexagon had been built. My name is Aliyah. My mom tells me my eyes are pearls from the bluest sea, and my hair is from the brownest feather on an eagle

The dumb blonde is a popular-culture stereotype often applied to women with blonde hair. Now the blonde has been branded by the “dumb blonde” impression. In the article “No Logo” by Naomi Klein it is stated that “the brand is not a reflection of quality but a reflection of what the marketing department wants it to stand for” (Klein, 3)

the filthy, smelly, gross bathroom. Oh, thank god it’s just Ellie, my best friend. We've been besties since preschool. She has blonde hair, brown eyes, and always wears her long, luxurious hair in a high, sleek ponytail. To think about it, we’re kind of like a power couple. Blonde and brunette. I also have long hair just not as long as Ellie’s. I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I always wear cute dresses. At least I think they’re cute. Ellie says I need a style change. My name’s Valerie but you

muttered. I rolled over just to be disturbed by sunlight. “Sun you SUCK!” I said. I stumbled out of bed and put on a red top that said PANIC at the disco, black shorts, my black greek style sandals, and my favorite black leather jacket. My curly blond hair was quickly tied back into a ponytail, I grabbed my red Nike cap and ran out of my room down the hall into the kitchen. I always set my alarm clock to exactly 20 minutes till I have to be at school. 10 to get ready, 5 to eat, and 5 to bike to school

out of bed, throwing all her blankets on the ground and ran into the ice cold, frigid shower giving it no time to warm up. Even though she was hurrying, she was not looking forward to another school day. When she got out she brushed her dark brown hair, which took a half an hour to dry because of its long length. She then got dressed first putting on her dark blue, holy, Hollister Jeans that barely made it to the ankles of her long legs. Next, she put on her favorite black scarf that felt like cotton

The wind blew with a vengeance that night. It entered every window frame and crevice of the old farmhouse. The rickety, rotting boards, that held the sad excuse for a house together, seemed to sing an unbearably heartrending song as they creaked, and the bone chilling wind crept into the house, numbing our stiff bodies. All four of us were huddled together by the somewhat functioning fireplace in the old abandoned farm house. We had been on the run for four days. Our parents, friends and family were

A young man with slick brown hair and an annoyed expression stood in the natural lighted kitchen. The walls were painted with a calm beige, and a steel black oven sat in front of him. He spoke in an annoyed tone. “Hey Jake do you mind telling me why you got this oven from Portugal?! I can’t read the instructions you dimwit!” A blonde headed clumsy teenager, that went by the name of Jake, turned. “They said it was a good oven. It’s top of the line.” The young man facepalmed, “You’re so gullible

similarities that had my sister and I could be mistaken for twins, but we often acted very different. I could not fathom at the time how my sister and I could in any way be similar, due to the differences in our personalities. Sure, we looked alike, blond hair, and blue eyes like our dad. We were tall and both active. We resembled each other, certainly, but to our eyes we couldn't be more different. My sister enjoyed teasing me and being annoying, working me into a rage, while I enjoyed being silent and