Abby louise
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Albeit the season
It’s strange that the human brain is configured to take in physical attraction foremost, always appreciating a symmetrical nose or wide, doe like eyes. Makes us humans quite vain doesn’t it? To constantly shy our mind of appreciation for those who extend past the ideal beauty standards, those who may out stand their looks in niceties.
By Abby louise4 years ago in Fiction
Blue raspberry slushy
Alice Smithson was madly in love Owen Anderson. Her best friend Owen Anderson. In fact, she had been in love with him since second grade. Since he came trailing into their classroom half way through the semester with baggy denim jeans and unbrushed, shoddy ginger hair. Owen had hazel irises that went unrivalled by anything she had ever seen, a puddle of melted pine dancing with a flurry of bright stars and a bundle of newfound hope. He had a soft sloping nose, her fingers itching to run down it softly and across the patchy pink that covered his plump, freckle dusted cheeks. The clothes he wore hung limply around his frame, obvious hand me downs by the already darkened marks that wrapped messily around his cream trainers.
By Abby louise4 years ago in Fiction
