Tears, Idle Tears

At a young age i was different. I dont know why but people start to take distances from me farther and farther.. Maybe because Im ugly? Maybe because i just dont really fit in. I always try to make friends with people my age at school but for some reason they just go and distance themselves from me. I saw a group of girls and tried to approach them and said: Hi my name is Alex could we be friends?! They just walked away and glared at me. The people passing by and the group of girls murmured :

of protein, water , and mucus is released from the lacrimal gland in the upper region of your eye. This fluid , or better known as, tears, flows down the surface of your face and as a by product, smearing your mascara. There are three different types of tears, reflex, basal , and emotional. Each tear has its own purpose and

becomes irritated and the tear reflexes are not sufficient to wash the irritation away. The immune system is then activated to attack the irritation, and T-cells begin to release cytokines onto the ocular surface. Prolonged exposure to cytokines can cause damage to the tissues of the eye, including the lacrimal glands that are responsible for producing tears (2). The damage causes more inflammatory responses to be activated, causing a cycle that leads to reduced tear production and consequently

like I was trapped in a dream. Not one of the terrifying nightmares I had been having, but a pleasant dream. One where angels danced across the starry sky, the fruit of a flowering shrub flashed like fire, Mother smiled, and Oliver kissed away my tears. But was it a dream, or was I dead? Had I hit my head while I changed the tire? I wasn’t sure. Nothing seemed certain. It was all a blur. Shadows. Murky shapes floating across my room. Vague impressions of Seraphs sitting beside me on the bed. Smears

'm not five, what 's wrong." "I don 't think it 's time for you know yet, wait till your father is home." "Did Grandma die?" Lizzy asked with tears in her eye. "No" "Ella and Jordan won 't even understand, they don 't even know how talk ,so it 's just me, you are telling." " Your dad and I broke up is that what you want know Elizabeth!" Mom yelled with tears rolling down her face. "What does this mean?" "It just happened I don 't know what 's going to happen, you three are probably going move and

tarnished canvas with yesterday’s blood instead of smeared printed words stored up on my bookshelf. As recollected history over my memories considering tense moments couldn’t release or erase my pain, for they have etched themselves in my heart and tear-stains left behind. Sunshine, rainbows and ice cream yes! Delicious memories of my childhood and my favorite place to journey. After all, I was a momma's boy and dad's little man, to be honest, I still am. Never a care in the world our home was

and talking and making jokes. We later watched a movie. While we watched, my mom got a phone call. We paused the movie as we saw the smile on my mom’s face fading. As she put down the phone, she looked shocked and upset. Her eyes quickly filled with tears. I felt tense and anxious. My heart was pounding. My dad had a concerned look on his face. My sister looked quite confused. It looked as if my mom was going to say something, but she quickly stopped. It looked as if, if she tried to talk, she would

them,” she said and started crying again, as Jerry comforted her. +++ “Remember they went to the ball game. Don’t worry about them.” Jerry comforted her. “A murderer is loose in our town, and you never know where he might strike next,” she said as tears poured down her face. “The children will be fine,” Jerry assured her. Weeping, Marlene asked, “When they come in, will you tell them about Mom?” “Honey, go on upstairs and get ready for bed. I’ll wait up for the kids,” Jerry said. Entering

The children played joyfully in their own little world. The sound of their own laughter, ringing in their ears. Warm sunlight filtered through their homemade tent. "Maxwell", a four foot giant teddy bear, stood guard at the tent's entrance. The outside world, a million miles away, suddenly came rushing back with the sound of music. The music of an ice cream vendors truck! Meg and Claire scrambled out of their "palace", past "Maxwell" the "palace guard. Out onto the bright sun light. Meg started

The day had started out as any would usually go. It was so cold outside that I couldn’t feel my fingers or toes. My ears were full of the complaining wind that wished I wasn’t there. I walked up to the school doors feeling drowsy from last night’s sleep. “GOOOOOOD MORNING!” I heard someone call as I walked in. I cringed at how loud it seemed at the time. But, as I walked away and the morning greetings faded, I felt empty and tired. “Ava!” My friend came yelling at me. Her short curly hair bounced