isabellex9
Quilted - an odd word. It reminds me of thick doonas and warm blankets, yet at the same time makes me think of sad, wilted plants and loneliness. The juxtaposition of the two results in an interesting concept - to be quilted.
Crosswalks. The invention in the hope to save lives. Every year, thousands of individuals are hit by vehicles on public roads while crossing, and there was an enormous incentive for the government to take action. And so they did. With the invention of the zebra striped paths.
She clapped her tiny hands together, her flushed face lit up with excitement. Her positively delighted expression brought a much-needed smile to my face.
Her wild hair fuzzed around her tired face like a thick brown cloud. She was incredibly frazzled, you could see in in the way her eyes darted around nervously and the way she fidgeted with her hands, unable to keep them still as the clock above her ticked loudly.
I got my ears pierced when I was just four years old. I thought it was the greatest thing in the world, and for weeks on end I marched around, parading my tiny diamond studs as though they were the most beautiful things in the world, and that I was a gorgeous princess blessed with these shimmery jewels.
Violet roses covered the field like a thick, purple blanket. I lay among them, gazing up at the clear blue sky overhead as the hot sun beat upon my face. Closing my eyes, I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the rich fragrances which enveloped me. It was almost overwhelming, sending me into a dizzingly heightened state.
See through. Silver and grey. Her eyes were a pale, translucent shade, and they pierced mine in an oddly gentle manner. I instantly felt calmer, as those an unnatural power had brought me to a compassionate state. Peace...