All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Eyes.
My sister’s eyes, the smallest and lightest in the family, yet the largest on her. Her small body enhances the immensity of her eyes on her small body. Her eyes composed of moonstone and vanilla ice cream.My dad’s eyes are stern yet compassionate. They augment the absurd faces he makes during dinnertime. The remind me of a blueberry in a bowl of milk. Nothing makes me happier than glimmer with excitement. My eyes are bright and full of life. They sparkle like diamonds dancing in the sky on a clear summer’s night. My mother’s eyes; however, offset all the rest. Her eyes are full of grace and kindness. She has the type of eyes that just melt you into her arms, where you will feel safe. Her eyes are warm and magical. Perfectly rounded sapphires that make you joy filled with just a single glance.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.