The Strawberry Blonde

age and inexperience with the world, as she has just come out of the sheltered environment of high school to a tumultuous setting of war. In addition, Mary Anne's physicality is described as, “long white legs and blue eyes and a complexion like strawberry ice cream.” These are characteristics that align with societal norms of women's beauty standards at that time, which emphasised her beauty as the all-American girl. Comparing her complexion to ice cream conveys the sense of the sweetness of Mary

All the more frightening, as that glare sat on a pretty, fair skinned face. To finish that look off sat a golden tiara on her blonde head. ‘Pluto this is Selene, she’s of the gnome races.’ Elizabeth had said first. ‘Gnome races?’ He’d said with a grin. ‘I can see why you're of the elf races, with your pointy ears and all, but she doesn't look like a short, stubby, gnome man

“I’ll run one day. Run for my life. To be free and think of myself. Not as an Australian and as an Italian and not as an in between. I’ll run to be emancipated.” Discuss. Looking into the distance, an athlete runner can see the finishing line. However what stands before them are many hurdles one will have to jump over to reach the end. Comparing this analogy to an individual’s life, these hurdles are like the various challenges that one will have to overcome to cross their finishing line, and in

"Readyreadyready," the female next to him said with a quiet giggle, her lips quirking up in a small smile at the mention of fire. "Yesfire, yesfire..." Her voice trailed off to almost silence, lips appearing to be barely moving, J 'arock probably hearing murmurs of gibberish as she began talking more of less to herself. She was dressed in the same white robes with blue and purple accents as her partner, but past that, the similarities between them seemed to end. She appeared short in comparison

Animation and cartoons are potent socializing agents for young children in the current era and children spend about thirty hours a week watching TV (Witt, 1999). Furthermore, cartoons and other shows are cultivating young children to understand the expectations associated with specific statuses. A status is a human created position in society (Ferrante 43). In addition, a role is “an expectation associate with a status” (Ferrante 52). The movie Cinderella is a cartoon motion picture created by Walt

"Explain." I said to her. "He...isn't my real brother." She answered us, her voice dry and rough. "What do you mean?" Kisa asked her with his finger on his chin and his head tilted to the side. "One day when I was little, my dad suddenly introduced him as my brother and said he would protect me. Ever since then he's always been by my side. When my dad died he inherited everything." I thought back to what she told me one day about working for her. "Didn't you tell me before that your dad would

from The Grove, a garden where food was everlasting, ranging anywhere from bread to cherries. A couple of peppers fell to the ground but Kelly ignored them. Someone who works here will pick them up, she thought. But as soon as she flipped her strawberry blonde hair behind her, her arm started to tingle. She glanced at the moral compass attached to her forearm and noticed the tiny copper

Just a few seconds right? A quick in-and-out glance is all Elliott needed. When Elliott had heard about the drama that unfolded at the stupid winter formal she bailed out on, she was surprised. An old family friend from what she's heard, being shredded by a rabid animal? It was weird, animal attacks in Beacon Hills were rare, until most recently. But that didn't bother as much as who the person who got mauled was. Lydia Martin? They used to be rich bitch friends. Lydia would do her hair and makeup

His fern eyes lingered on the television before making their way towards us with a look of judgment and assessment. His hand loosened the short French braid his curly, blonde hairs were constrained in. “I’m Alexander.” He politely waved at all of us. “I’ve been a hunter for three years. Caspian has told us about you all.” I glanced above to see Caspian moving around on the upper floor. He made his way over to the railing

I stare at the TV with incomplete fascination, my pencil tightly gripped in between my fingers. “Today the body of a man was found in a bell tower near the small town of Midsummer in Somerset. Thirty-Five year old Peter Terry,” A picture of a blonde haired man appeared on the screen, smiling as he held a pint of beer into the air, “Went missing last Friday. His body was discovered earlier this morning. He has presumed to be dead for three days. The police have no leads but have said that people should