ipl-logo

Personal Narrative-Color Blind

175 Words1 Page

I gazed at her slightly parted, rose tinted, lips as my cheeks emitted a soft pink glow. This is the closest I have ever been to her and I could smell the rich milky chocolate ushering through her lips. Clearly she enjoyed my present. My hand carefully hovered above her cheek and slowly moved down caressing her olive skin. Her lips rose into a crescent of satisfaction, mine followed suit. I looked into her eyes, and all I could see was our future; Past the waves of turquoise and silver, I knew we could be happy. Her breath caught as my fingers began to trace down to length of her left arm. Slowly, my fingers began to wrap round her waist, one by one. We both moved closer, erasing anything left between us. I’m ready, she’s ready. “Sam! Sam!”

Show More
Related

  • Personal Narrative: Cody Manson

    1642 Words  | 7 Pages

    His hair shimmered in the light, illuminating the golden colour of the highlights in his hair. His hands were hovering over a large sheet of white paper, a pencil in hand. I deeply inhaled. He was… "Beautiful," I mumbled,

    Read More

  • Sonny Pair's Memoir: A Short Story

    1395 Words  | 6 Pages

    The look in her eye that said, "We need to talk," was both clear and cryptic not to mention, scary. As she reached for his hand, time slowed and his vision sharpened. He saw a map of her experiences in the palm of her hand, her life's story written in the countless

    Read More

  • Pinkish Slave Monologue

    465 Words  | 2 Pages

    Miss. Summer got on top of you and place her slender legs around your hip. She seductively gave you a lap dance, and your cock swell with excitement through your jean. She wrap her arms around you and gave you a passionate deep-kiss. She look into your eyes with extreme lust and assertively spoke.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Status As A Minority

    399 Words  | 2 Pages

    The diversity that may be found all around the world and in our very community has always fascinated me. I am aware that it is a widely held belief that being a minority is considered a disadvantage in various aspects and I would disagree with this. Diversity and culture is a two-way street- as a community, whether that be society as a whole or simply a freshman class, we have the potential to be able to learn from each other. I believe that my status as an underrepresented minority has shaped me into the person I am today. Despite moving to the United States at a young age and being a first-generation college student , I am grateful for the privilege to be able to further my education at the University of Utah.

    Read More

  • Essay On Biracial Identity

    243 Words  | 1 Pages

    In the past I have struggled with my biracial identity. As a child I was confused about which community I belonged in because I am a mix of Navajo and Caucasian. As I got older, I began to question myself and who I was. I felt like I did not belong to either the Native or Caucasian community because in both groups I felt like someone else. I felt as if I had to live two lives that were completely separated.

    Read More

  • Scarborough Sparknotes

    1072 Words  | 5 Pages

    She kissed my eyelids so fiercely, in a Filipino way, her lips pressed together to reveal no lip. More a smell than a smooch. (Hernandez

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Firefighters

    1044 Words  | 5 Pages

    “Sam are you okay? ” said

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: A White Person Who Has Affected My Life

    454 Words  | 2 Pages

    Throughout my high school career, I have met countless people who have greatly impacted my life. I have made and lost friends, but I have learned something from each and every person I have met. Moreover, I have become a strong, independent young woman due to the fact that I have grown and learned from each and every situation that I have been through. Even though I have met several people and have an abundance of friends, there was always one person who stuck out the most to me. In my sophomore year of high school, I met a boy who I grew undeniably fond of.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My First Code Blue

    303 Words  | 2 Pages

    I feared my first code blue, I dreaded the day it would actually come. It was something I had never experienced before, and the unknown of it all made me uneasy. I constantly thought I wouldn’t know what to do, or I’ll forget everything and freeze up. I thought will I cry? will I scream?

    Read More

  • Lauren Chase Narrative

    1260 Words  | 6 Pages

    Coal-black hair cascaded in waves down her back, reaching just where her taut but rounded ass cheeks began, appearing blue when the light hit it just right. When she turned her full gaze upon you, her glittering gray eyes seemed to bore through to your very soul to take your measure as a man, but still they were happy eyes, although they also seemed to hide a great melancholy, almost a sadness at times. It wasn't until later I found out what she kept hidden behind those wonderful eyes. Firm breasts, a tad on the smaller side but large enough for my tastes completed the picture. Standing barely 5' 2” tall to my nearly 6 foot muscular frame, the top her head barely reached to my

    Read More

  • King Henry Of England Alternate Ending

    1509 Words  | 7 Pages

    His arms wrapped around her and his fingers dug into her back, thinking there was too much fabric between them as his hips pressed up against hers. He moved to take off her dress, smiling against her mouth. His hands found her fastenings and she managed to wriggle out of her dress, letting it pool on the floor like his shirts. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and she allowed him a good look at her bare torso before she leant in to capture his lips

    Read More

  • Placid Pool: A Narrative Fiction

    623 Words  | 3 Pages

    Then his heart clenched as he saw the first teardrop she ever shed slip past her lower eyelid. It slid down her fascinating nose, so delicate and petite, running past the corner of her rose blushed lips. His focus now on the soft curve of her chin as the tear fell from it to drop into the pool. The ripples expanded outward as they both stared at her reflection.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: My Coloring Assignment

    361 Words  | 2 Pages

    I was in kindergarten, it was a sunny evening after lunch. The whole class had a coloring assignment we were to color a picture of a dancing Elmo. I was sitting in the back of the classroom at a table for three. To the left of me, Sahara was sitting and on the right, was Ethan. The lights were off and the only light coming into the class was the sunlight through the open window.

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Prejudice And Racism

    150 Words  | 1 Pages

    Hello my, name is Dave Holt, I’m married and have four children. I grew up in Gettysburg (south central Pa) and currently live in a small town about 8 miles south called Littlestown. I’m Caucasian from a beef and potato Caucasian family. My family background is Pennsylvania Dutch in every true sense of the word. I don’t consider myself to be racist

    Read More

  • Personal Narrative: Hair Blue

    217 Words  | 1 Pages

    Here is my story: I’m a 20-year-old Muslim woman who wears a headscarf and I love trying different haircuts, styles, and colors even though nobody ever gets to see it. Whenever I tell people that I’ve dyed my hair blue or done something new with my hair I often get surprised reactions along the lines of “why would you do that if no one can see it?” or “what’s the point?”. The point for me is that I love it and that it boosts my self confidence, because even though no one else can see it, I know it. I actually like the fact that nobody gets to see my hair, so that when I take a big risk with it, nobody can see how I messed it up either.

    Read More

More about Personal Narrative-Color Blind

Open Document