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The pupil sat quietly and obeyed her master’s command. She felt like a volcano was building up in her heart. Still. She sat; silent.
Provoked at heart but stagnant; staunched.
By Call me what you like on 11.23.2013
my pupil is brown. i wish it was green or is that something else? i think its black. it is hard drawing pupils. the always look creepy
By marie on 11.23.2013
Your pupils are dilated. You’re a pupil with dilated pupils. Dilate your dilapidated pupils.
By sharon on 11.23.2013
She was a pupil at the grammar school but didn’t work as well as she should have. What a missed opportunity. Silly girl – should have tried harder.
By Alexandra on 11.23.2013
I was often the favorite pupil
in high school i was a very good student, but i found myself bored in math, so I often got B+’s and A-‘s on tests due to stupid, sloppy mistakes, and I barely ever presented at the board or asked questions. at a parent teacher conference my teacher, who I’d grown to know very well through non-academic things (he led the highschool improv group) was completely surprised when he heard I was a straight-A student. He’d always pinned me for a slacker through and through.
By Cole on 11.23.2013
The ways your eyes light up when you laugh, your pupils dilate and it’s as though your eyes are on fire. You see the whole world in an instant; do you see me?
By Samantha Bailey on 11.23.2013
penertrating my soul
dark yet sometime glow
flows of sea shores
lapping back and forth
change of color
makes it grow
By an g URL on 11.23.2013
deep, spacious, mysterious and pleasant. There isn’t much going on but I know it’s alive. It’s responses to light and darkness inspire truth for the rest of your eye.
By Aaron Slaney on 11.23.2013
Pupil. child. But most of all, innocence. A pupil will someday have to undergo such harsh times in their life, therefore losing their innocence. That, child is no longer a pupil anymore. Once their innocence is taken, it won’t come back. It is a part of life, and a part of growing up.
By Brenda on 11.23.2013
His eyes an icy blue, became completely engulfed in black. Only a thin line of blue remained, as he stared into my eyes. The words he spoke didn’t matter, nothing else mattered at that point. Only the pureness that had been expelled from him. The pure blue that I had fallen for, completely gone.
By E.G on 11.23.2013
The pupil in one eye was shaped … like a keyhole. It wasn’t a natural occurrence; rather, it had happened back in high school when George was playing basketball for the Lincoln High Tigers and a teammate — not even an opponent! — had poked him in the eye with a long athlete’s index finger.
By Mexichick on 11.23.2013
He was the only thing my eyes would allow me to see.
By Grace on 11.23.2013
I am currently a pupil at a school in the USA. I can’t wait to become a pupil in college in 2 years. What a concept? I don’t want to leave high school because I’m afraid some of my best memories will stay here but at the same time I want to leave and grow into the (hopefully) better person I will become in the future.
By Annie on 11.23.2013
She was a pupil of the pain, writhing in agony and joy. He had finally made her understand that there was no going back to the life she led before, no longer would she have family and friends. She was his star pupil, and she was ready.
By Amanda on 11.23.2013
She had always had the prettiest of eyes, he thought. A bright blue with the lightest flecks of green. A little circle of brown closer to the pupil to make her eyes look almost more hazel than blue. He could stare at them for hours; hours and hours on end.
By The Black Flamingo on 11.23.2013
They say you can’t fake love. That the reaction time is all in the pupil. So the question remains, who’s really observing these little phenomena.
By Intuition on 11.23.2013
your mouth is a moving stop sign
and it’s telling me to swerve
but your eyes are saying differently.
your eyes want to eat me whole
and i just never learn.
By h. b. on 11.23.2013
By Tracey on 11.23.2013
By sonnet on 11.23.2013
listen closely to what i am saying. keep your eyes on me. ok, let’s start again, ok? so if we want to divide these fractions, we need to first reduce them to their lowest common denominator…
By Lee on 11.23.2013
A pupil is one who learns. A pupil can be any age. As long as one is learning one is a pupil. I have been a pupil my entire life. Sometimes to teachers, coaches, and parents. But always to this profound world in which we live in. I am a student of the universe, and I will never learn all it has to teach.
By paradiskg on 11.23.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.