It's staring at me. I swear it is. Or maybe I'm staring at it. Probably more likely the second one. It's just sitting there, on my forearm next to the crease of my elbow. It's beautiful in a way, elegant swirling lines that would take even the most accomplished calligraphers hours of painstaking work. It looks a bit like a tattoo. If only it was something that simple. Instead it's my destiny. I've known this was coming for ages. I knew I'd have to be ready for it. I'm not ready. This process has been around forever, or as close to that as possible. It shouldn't be scary. But it's terrifying. My whole future is now dictated by three digits on my arm. 273. I've always disliked the number 273. It's a stupid number. And now it's my stupid number. …show more content…
It appears on their arm around the time of their fifteenth birthday. I knew it was going to happen to me soon enough, but it doesn't make it actually happening any easier. It means I need to go and register so I can find them, my soulmate, the unfortunate individual who's also got 273 on their arm. It's supposed to be great. It's falling in love made easy, what's not to love? Apart from everything. I hate it. I hate that people think this number knows who they fall in love with better than their own heart. It's only 3 silly digits. My mother is calling me, reminding me I have work soon. I should tell her. I should tell everyone. I should register and find my soulmate. I totally should not grab the skin-tone face paint from my drawer and use it to cover up my number so no-one knows it's even there and yet it's exactly what I do before shouting a hasty goodbye and heading to the palace. I like my job, I really do. It's an honour to work in the royal palace, even if I am only a cleaning maid. My working day starts like normal, with clothes being hurled at my head. "I want these cleaned so I can wear them to the ball tonight" the pompous voice of the prince comes from where he's lounging on his bed
CSI-1 Conclusion A young male adult was cut in the left hypochondriac region with a knife pointed upward, which was previously used for cutting ribs. The patient is experiencing pain in the thoracic area and he is also suffering pain in the abdominal region which is the location of the knife wound. He is also suffering from respiratory issues deep within the thoracic area. Additionally, the patient shows redness and swelling in the pelvic region.
“I’m not sure what to say to that,” I admit. I decide to let this drop too. “You amaze me, you know that. I wish more of the brothers had women like you.” “You’re biased Kane.
It’s been 8 long months since I last saw your darling face. I long to hold you close in my arms one more time. Sadly my dear, that may be the last time I ever embrace you. You see things here in the God-Forbidden trenches are so grotesque that men are dying left and right. They have even resorted to burying them in the walls, making an awful stench.
POV: SteveI never seen Sodapop look so...gloomy. He was always the happier one of the bunch, but ever since our gang has fallen...with deaths. First it was Johnny and Dally, then Darry and Ponyboy. His own brothers. Two-Bit was off somewhere with his children.
Chillin ' with a hair tie, No makeup, with some sweatpants on You know I can always be that guy You can think about me all night long But I think you need something to think of me Something that will keep you warm
Tattoos are “declarations of selfhood” that make people unique and special (Jamison 459). It is odd to think that ink on an arm could be so meaningful to someone; however, to Jamison, it is her identity. Her new identity is one of independence, strength, and wisdom. Her tattoo means much more than a quote on her arm or something that makes her stand out amongst others physically. The difference between when she entered and left that tattoo parlor doesn’t involve the new ink on her arm.
In India, the symbol is a very common sight, from homes and temples to tattoos on people. In Asia, the symbol first appeared around 3000 BCE, in the Indus
Every time she spent time around with the wolves she’d get scratch marks and bruises, she enjoyed roughhousing. Whenever her brother came to see his sister play with the wolves, the wolves would come charging at him. Little Red Scarf would cherish her brother, by showering him with gifts. Her brother liked to feel appreciated so in return he’d do whatever she asked. Of course, he had problems with the wolves bullying him and they tend to try to gobble him up by knocking him around.
It was always worth a shot with Frankie. He could never get enough out of her when he teased her, but he did often catch those smirks that did make him chuckle ever so slightly. He gave a shrug and mumbled, "Well aren't you the party pooper of the hour. Bad actress my ass. " The whole gentlemanly fashion went down the drain with no effort and he was back to just being Chris.
“Alright guys it is time to move down further into the body and start on his abdominal muscles”. After 12 days of living in Chris’s body we are finally making some progress. We have immobilized his jaw, shoulders, neck and leg. My army burrow in further into the tissue more space as me multiply. I begin to think that we have it all under control in taking over Chris’s body.
I spoke to my sister yesterday about my husband, Abu Bakr. I 'm quite worried about him. He told me that he was going to leave me. I ran to her pleading for her to pray to the Almighty One on my behalf. I just couldn 't believe that our marriage was coming to an end.
That 's exactly what mean by showing more emotion. If that 's what it would 've taken to prevent Marcel from starting a war with the family it wouldn 't take me long at all to do whatever it takes. But I wouldn 't have killed Marcel. It 's just wouldn 't have happened in that instance if i considered him family. Even Klaus said there was another way.
“Really Shelby? You really expect me to believe you after all the shit you have said and done? Ain’t happening! You need to get your shit together and quit playing victim to the shit storm you have created!” My older sister has officially lost all my respect and truthfully her words don’t mean a damn thing to me anymore.
I guess on day two, I broke one of the tattoo artist commandments and asked if the “Tattoo Gun” was missing any parts. As soon as the words slipped through my lips, all four artists, who were in the shop that day stopped tattooing and piercing, looked at me and yelled: “IT’S A TATTOO MACHINE NOT A TATTOO GUN”! I felt my face get red and hot. It was like I insulted their God or something.
People get tattoos to show their love or appreciation of things that have a significant or a sentimental meaning to them, this could be a way to commemorate an important day or time in their