The girls’ features were obscured by her sheet of long hair cascading over her brow. Despite that he was able to make out a scar or mark of some sort above her right eye. Strange, he thought. In a world where most people’s faces were altered to perfection, here was this interesting anomaly.
iffat
Everything about him was normal. Dull, mouse-coloured hair, grey eyes, paper skin with a few pimples. A smirk on his face that gave the illusion of confidence. I felt my senses twinge at the sight of him.
Thing s that are awesome, and as useuaul here is the definition!!!!!!
a prominent or conspicuous part or characteristic: Tall buildings were a new feature on the skyline.
2.
something offered as a special attraction: This model has several added features.
3.
Also called feature film. the main motion picture in a movie program: What time is the feature?
4.
any part of the face, as the nose, chin, or eyes: prominent features.
5.
features, the face; countenance: to compose one’s features for the photographers.
The end and now my teacher is telling me to close my computer so bye!!!!!
Sincerely,
I do not know
I do not know
Features? Now they are going to talk about features? What words do they have in store for us now? All the little feature about a website is what makes it great.
From,
No Body Knows
No Body Knows
i really want to get a feature on funny but it never happens even though people steal my ideas and they get featured but not me and i hate it so much that i hate everything to do with those people who stole my ideas
Some Random Black Guy
The wardrobe was more grand a piece of furniture than Clare had ever seen before. The wood, all stained red in the way that made you think of living wood, that made you feel the heat of life under your fingertips when you touched it. And the brass fixtures, of course, carved with more delicacy than most of the fine jewelry pieces she saw around the necks of all the ladies of court. The more she took it in, the more Clare wanted to cry with the joy of her one persistent thought- this elegant thing belonged to her.
I wish I were a movie star and could be featured in a movie. It would be called, The Most Gorgeous Teacher Ever! I’m not really sure if I would have a costar or if the movie would just feature me!!!
andrea
Her features were dark like winter – she wore glistening snow at the bottom of her heart and she didn’t show signs of the soft paleness to anyone.
Sara Hovland
My finger lightly traced along the side of his gruff face. His features are illuminated by a soft light coming in from the window. Everything is rose colored and heavy with intent. His eyes reach mine and at last we’re on the same page.
Blue gray eyes soft and telling. A small rounded nose. Skin with such pallor that it almost appeared translucent. Her features were special and beautiful, even as I gazed down upon them on the cold morgue table. She died much to young, but she affected more people then most 80 year olds have. And now it was his task to make her truly shine for her last show.
i made her out of soft marble, chipped
away, day and night. a veil was lifting,
like a saint taking gulps of oxygen.
she emerged slowly, a jumper
from the bottom of a waterfall,
shaped her to be everything
this world could ever want
i should not have been
surprised when she
crumbled from the
burden. i was the
one who carved
her fate in stone.
The face of beauty
what is it made of?
skin, hair, structure
or is it something else?
the features of her soul
the structure of her being
the beauty of her thoughts
The mask is just a mask
but the inside gives it a mold
Meg Miller
the face of beauty
what is it made of?
skin, hair, structure
or is it something else
the features of her soul
the structure of her being
the beauty of her thoughts
Meg Miller
I like your features, I like the way your body goes up and down. Brown eyes go up and down. Smiling lips go up and down. I like your features on your way up, I like your features on the way down.
Amapanther
She walked in the room, and no one really noticed. She was a plain girl. Dirty blonde hair all a mess, hoodie and jeans like all these other kids just trying to get through another day. But it was her eyes that caught mine. Deep blue, a sea full of secrets.
the nose fell off the face , as the brains pushed out. the statue was disolving itself after the mind had been encased in marble for one hundred and fifty years.
The best features in a person aren’t normally the ones they think, they’re not usually the features they brag about, but the ones they keep to the most important people to them, the ones they hide. Because they’re a treasure
Sofia
The best features in a person aren’t normally not the one’s they think they have, they’re not usually the features they brag about, but the ones they keep to the most important people to them, the ones they hide. Because they’re a treasure
Sofia
The features on her face were not displeasing. They weren’t entirely pleasing either, but she could live with them. After all, what else could she do? After 49 years, she was kind of attached to them.
Kristina
The features of my mind,
the features of the sky,
the features of the ocean’s waves rolling into the shore.
The features of my mind,
are those of dreams and horror.
The sense of immaturity.
Ginny MacMillan
His features were sharp, and angular. It felt strange underneath her fingers, completely different from the soft, rough faces that she was used to. Everything about him was sharp. It made her want to carefully trace every plane of his body. Were his muscles as defined to have corners, as well as his cheekbones and nose? Her grey eyes stared at her, and her own blue stared at him.
Erika, with the blindness of a teenage girl, viewed her features as unremarkable. This didn’t bother her quite as much as it could have; it rather gave her a hobby in taking her ordinary appearance and making it into something worth looking at. It enlivened otherwise dull mornings with daily lessons in accentuating her good points, and as she grew older it became increasingly less clear whether she was growing more beautiful or simply more skilled at making herself seem so.
The features of her face were clouded in grey lines and stormy brows, I didn’t know what hit me-on the inside, dazed. Falling back. “she’s leaving again!” I heard the face say with a side of alarm. In response came another voice, “she’ll come back”.
The features of someone’s face determine texture of personality. Not really. I don’t know what I’m writing about….. Features are inherited. Along the line of inheritance, features are passed down from generation to generation. Facial features.
Alyssa
The features of this child look much like her fathers but are animated and twinkling like her mothers. She has a gorgeous sister with a smile that could light a city. The features of this child include a dimple on her left cheek, that comes out when she really laughs. Warm brown eyes that have seen this world many times over and a smile that is the slightest bit crooked, but beams at almost every word.
Features can make or break our self-esteem. Features may be small, but they can easily provide a massive amount of stress. One could become obsessed with something as trivial as the size of their ears, or a mark on their hand, that they believe such a imperfection is the cause of all their emotional grief.
We cannot get caught up in the imperfections of our features, but instead we must idle on what our features compliment. Those eyes you say are too big? They look beautiful behind the glasses you refuse to wear. That mark you constantly hide? You earned that mark in a courageous deed. Learn to look upon these imperfections with pride, for these very imperfections are what make you truly perfect.
His features were beautiful. Everything about him was. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and his smile was as bright as the sun. His voice was a sweet as milk chocolate but deep. Every time he smiles, I swear my heart skips a beat.
There are features all around you. Some you may notice and some you may not. There are features on people. Features on nature. Features with other features about them. Features are what make people different. Without features we would all be the same.
Features. Is it the specs of the newest gadget, or something as simple as the details of someone’s face? Or is it the newest movie playing in the movie theater? Everything has features, but what that actually means depends on how you look at the word.
Some people have better facial features than others. Some people have small, squinty eyes, while others have large eyes. Some people have noses the size of a beak, while others have small noses.
People have many favorable features. Some features could be eyes, personality, or even their nose if you would like to include that. Features make us who we are and can even reflect where we have been.
“This new car features heated seats, a sun roof, and a v8 engine!”
“Cut! Great job Larry, people will love the new commercial. Now just to send it to corporate.”
The girls’ features were obscured by her sheet of long hair cascading over her brow. Despite that he was able to make out a scar or mark of some sort above her right eye. Strange, he thought. In a world where most people’s faces were altered to perfection, here was this interesting anomaly.
Everything about him was normal. Dull, mouse-coloured hair, grey eyes, paper skin with a few pimples. A smirk on his face that gave the illusion of confidence. I felt my senses twinge at the sight of him.
Her features were striking. Porcelin skin, azure eyes and raven black hair
Thing s that are awesome, and as useuaul here is the definition!!!!!!
a prominent or conspicuous part or characteristic: Tall buildings were a new feature on the skyline.
2.
something offered as a special attraction: This model has several added features.
3.
Also called feature film. the main motion picture in a movie program: What time is the feature?
4.
any part of the face, as the nose, chin, or eyes: prominent features.
5.
features, the face; countenance: to compose one’s features for the photographers.
The end and now my teacher is telling me to close my computer so bye!!!!!
Sincerely,
I do not know
Features? Now they are going to talk about features? What words do they have in store for us now? All the little feature about a website is what makes it great.
From,
No Body Knows
i really want to get a feature on funny but it never happens even though people steal my ideas and they get featured but not me and i hate it so much that i hate everything to do with those people who stole my ideas
The wardrobe was more grand a piece of furniture than Clare had ever seen before. The wood, all stained red in the way that made you think of living wood, that made you feel the heat of life under your fingertips when you touched it. And the brass fixtures, of course, carved with more delicacy than most of the fine jewelry pieces she saw around the necks of all the ladies of court. The more she took it in, the more Clare wanted to cry with the joy of her one persistent thought- this elegant thing belonged to her.
I wish I were a movie star and could be featured in a movie. It would be called, The Most Gorgeous Teacher Ever! I’m not really sure if I would have a costar or if the movie would just feature me!!!
Her features were dark like winter – she wore glistening snow at the bottom of her heart and she didn’t show signs of the soft paleness to anyone.
My finger lightly traced along the side of his gruff face. His features are illuminated by a soft light coming in from the window. Everything is rose colored and heavy with intent. His eyes reach mine and at last we’re on the same page.
Blue gray eyes soft and telling. A small rounded nose. Skin with such pallor that it almost appeared translucent. Her features were special and beautiful, even as I gazed down upon them on the cold morgue table. She died much to young, but she affected more people then most 80 year olds have. And now it was his task to make her truly shine for her last show.
dark.
his light complexion stood out with eyes so dark, hair so dark, expression so dark.
i made her out of soft marble, chipped
away, day and night. a veil was lifting,
like a saint taking gulps of oxygen.
she emerged slowly, a jumper
from the bottom of a waterfall,
shaped her to be everything
this world could ever want
i should not have been
surprised when she
crumbled from the
burden. i was the
one who carved
her fate in stone.
The face of beauty
what is it made of?
skin, hair, structure
or is it something else?
the features of her soul
the structure of her being
the beauty of her thoughts
The mask is just a mask
but the inside gives it a mold
the face of beauty
what is it made of?
skin, hair, structure
or is it something else
the features of her soul
the structure of her being
the beauty of her thoughts
I like your features, I like the way your body goes up and down. Brown eyes go up and down. Smiling lips go up and down. I like your features on your way up, I like your features on the way down.
She walked in the room, and no one really noticed. She was a plain girl. Dirty blonde hair all a mess, hoodie and jeans like all these other kids just trying to get through another day. But it was her eyes that caught mine. Deep blue, a sea full of secrets.
the nose fell off the face , as the brains pushed out. the statue was disolving itself after the mind had been encased in marble for one hundred and fifty years.
The best features in a person aren’t normally the ones they think, they’re not usually the features they brag about, but the ones they keep to the most important people to them, the ones they hide. Because they’re a treasure
The best features in a person aren’t normally not the one’s they think they have, they’re not usually the features they brag about, but the ones they keep to the most important people to them, the ones they hide. Because they’re a treasure
The features on her face were not displeasing. They weren’t entirely pleasing either, but she could live with them. After all, what else could she do? After 49 years, she was kind of attached to them.
The features of my mind,
the features of the sky,
the features of the ocean’s waves rolling into the shore.
The features of my mind,
are those of dreams and horror.
The sense of immaturity.
His features were sharp, and angular. It felt strange underneath her fingers, completely different from the soft, rough faces that she was used to. Everything about him was sharp. It made her want to carefully trace every plane of his body. Were his muscles as defined to have corners, as well as his cheekbones and nose? Her grey eyes stared at her, and her own blue stared at him.
Erika, with the blindness of a teenage girl, viewed her features as unremarkable. This didn’t bother her quite as much as it could have; it rather gave her a hobby in taking her ordinary appearance and making it into something worth looking at. It enlivened otherwise dull mornings with daily lessons in accentuating her good points, and as she grew older it became increasingly less clear whether she was growing more beautiful or simply more skilled at making herself seem so.
The features of her face were clouded in grey lines and stormy brows, I didn’t know what hit me-on the inside, dazed. Falling back. “she’s leaving again!” I heard the face say with a side of alarm. In response came another voice, “she’ll come back”.
The features of someone’s face determine texture of personality. Not really. I don’t know what I’m writing about….. Features are inherited. Along the line of inheritance, features are passed down from generation to generation. Facial features.
The features of this child look much like her fathers but are animated and twinkling like her mothers. She has a gorgeous sister with a smile that could light a city. The features of this child include a dimple on her left cheek, that comes out when she really laughs. Warm brown eyes that have seen this world many times over and a smile that is the slightest bit crooked, but beams at almost every word.
Features can make or break our self-esteem. Features may be small, but they can easily provide a massive amount of stress. One could become obsessed with something as trivial as the size of their ears, or a mark on their hand, that they believe such a imperfection is the cause of all their emotional grief.
We cannot get caught up in the imperfections of our features, but instead we must idle on what our features compliment. Those eyes you say are too big? They look beautiful behind the glasses you refuse to wear. That mark you constantly hide? You earned that mark in a courageous deed. Learn to look upon these imperfections with pride, for these very imperfections are what make you truly perfect.
His features were beautiful. Everything about him was. His eyes were as blue as the ocean, and his smile was as bright as the sun. His voice was a sweet as milk chocolate but deep. Every time he smiles, I swear my heart skips a beat.
There are features all around you. Some you may notice and some you may not. There are features on people. Features on nature. Features with other features about them. Features are what make people different. Without features we would all be the same.
Features. Is it the specs of the newest gadget, or something as simple as the details of someone’s face? Or is it the newest movie playing in the movie theater? Everything has features, but what that actually means depends on how you look at the word.
Some people have better facial features than others. Some people have small, squinty eyes, while others have large eyes. Some people have noses the size of a beak, while others have small noses.
People have many favorable features. Some features could be eyes, personality, or even their nose if you would like to include that. Features make us who we are and can even reflect where we have been.
“This new car features heated seats, a sun roof, and a v8 engine!”
“Cut! Great job Larry, people will love the new commercial. Now just to send it to corporate.”