Your assignment is to go online and find a picture of an adult face that interests you. Study it. Then write a piece, in poetic or narrative form, that describes what experiences have shaped that face. Why does it look the way it does? What has this person gone through? Create a story for the individual and the marks upon their face. Make sure to copy and paste the link to the picture at the top of your response, as a reference (since you cannot post images into the comment section).
Length - 400 words.
Due - Wednesday
Hint: Search for "portrait," since the word "face" has some issues.
http://www.biography.com/imported/images/Biography/Images/Profiles/M/Bob-Marley-9399524-5-402.jpg
ReplyDeleteThe face of this man is face that has been through a lot and is still smiling through it all. Growing up he had a very tough life as his home country was going through a very rough patch. The economy of the country was failing and words of rebellion are being spread through the street. He only knew his mom and she work 3 jobs to support him and his 4 brothers. Going to school was rough for the young kid because he was bullied a lot and he was the oldest son in the family so he had no one to stand up for him. The only relief from the real word was his favorite type of music, reggae. It was a time to relax and forget all the troubles that he ever had. As he got older he found the music he listened to was a hundred times better when he smoked weed. Once he reached high school a civil war broke out and he found himself caught in the middle. The rebels would come into his town and take young men to fight against the government and he would hide with his family so he didn’t get taken away. He began to look into starting in the music business. It was a very hard start in the begging. He played song on the side of the road to save up money so he could record a song. Once he raised enough money he went to a friend he knew that ran a recording studio and the owner let him record a song and gave him the recording. Once he had his song recorded he brought it to the local radio station and had them play his recorded song. After the song aired he had offers from all over his country about a contract to make reggae music. His dream had come true and his music was the most popular reggae of all time. His music spoke to people and he continually tried to write music that would unite his country. However some people didn’t like what he was trying to do. During one of his concerts before he arrived to the arena his car was gun downed by an unknown shooter. It was tragedy throughout the music industry in the whole world. Everyone who ever hears his music seemed to fall in love with the music and the story’s he told during his songs. Anyone who ever met him remembered him for his big smile that will always live on in the message of his music.
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ReplyDeleteThis is the face of a fifty year old man who as a younger child didn’t have it as easy. A person’s childhood is where everything starts as in their personality which is the way they behave around others. This is an angry man that has been stressed out a lot and has taken out his anger on other people in order to release that stress and have the satisfaction of power. His face tells it all, it tells who he is. This man hasn’t taken care of himself for the fact that he looks like he hasn’t showered or shaved in a few days, also his face has bruises and a scar on his left cheek next to his mouth. Someone could tell that this man has been in many fights, obviously. He’s the type of man to have enough money for beer other than the most important thing as in paying his bills. He was probably raised with either an alcoholic mother or father. One can also tell that he looks sad but the only thing he knows what to do is be like the alcoholic in his family because that is what he grew up with thinking that it’s normal. Using violence as a way out says that maybe as a younger child he has been picked on and now that he’s older he’s trying to defend himself that way no one can mess with him again. He hid from everything. He knows now that the lifestyle he had wasn’t good for him or anyone surrounding him. It’s sad to see it in his face that he’s scared and that the fright he has inside is mostly because he has no one to actually help him through this tough situation and also sad to know that he has been living like this for a very long time and that just now at an old age he realized that he needed to change. He’s one out of a hundred people that need help especially when he’s asking for it.
I was in battle, rounds were flying by my head, I was scared, but I was ready. I knew what I needed to do and I was ready to do it. Sitting behind the bunker, staring at my rifle, I pulled out my cross on my neck, kissed it and popped up. I looked for a quick second and then stared down my sight; I saw the direction of where the fire was coming from. I inhaled from the cigarette in my mouth and slowly exhaled, and then I pulled the trigger and watched the turban get blown back from my 7.62 round going through his head. I yelled “clear” and everyone stood up, everyone told me “nice hit” and things like that, and they were right, it was a 600 meter shot at least and I only had an ACOG scope. I felt good about this, we walked down to the body, checked it for any ammo and stuff like that, we took his gun and left. The hum-v picked us up and we left. That’s when it all started. We were driving down the road, which was our first mistake. We shouldn’t have been on the road, that’s where most of the IED’s (Improvised explosive device) are put. But we were driving down and we were going through a rough part of Afghanistan so I was outside of the top of the hum-v on the 50. Cal, ready to kill. And right as I was looking at a man with a AK-47 in his hand, it went off. We ran over a IED and our hum-v flipped, all I felt was heat all over my body, and then mostly on my face, it was the worst pain that I have ever experienced, I felt my face melting while I tried to open my eyes and look for my rifle. We were under fire after it went off and even though I was in excruciating pain, I was mad and I wanted to kill whoever did this. I reached for my weapon and pushed the door open. I was ready to kill. But right after I pushed the door open, I was pushed right back in by my platoon leader. He told me that I wouldn’t help them in the condition I was in. that was the last time that I a saw them. They all got medal of honors and I got a navy cross. And now my face is permanently like this, I get looks all the time. I hate life now.
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ReplyDeleteHere she was. Her face was flawless and beautiful, yet she gave the camera a sorrowful look. As a child, she had a caring family and a fantastic friend. Her family took great care of the woman as a child, and she got to play with her beloved friend everyday. Her life had so many possibilities, until the day the war started. Feuds between her country and a neighboring land had finally broken out into war. At first, the girl didn't give it much thought. Her life stayed peaceful, until the day the military came knocking at her door. Demanding that her father serve his country, he packed up and left. Despite her pleads and tears, he never came back. The heartbroken girl never saw her father again, but it didn't stop there. The men came back, this time demanding that her older brother serve as well. Resisting with all her might, she was restrained as they took her brother as well. Like her father, he never returned. The men came once again, this time for her mother. The girl fought like a rabid dog, but she still couldn't save her mother. One by one, she watched as the men take members of her community. She was put into an orphanage, but she didn't mind since her friend was their too. Over time, her country began to lose to its enemy. The enemy was now invading the girl's land. The country was slowly absorbed into its enemy. One day, the enemy had finally reached the girl's village. Armed with torches, guns, and knives they ravaged the village. The girl got out in time, but her friend was not as fortunate. The last precious person that girl had burned with the rest of the village. Miraculously, the enemy soldiers didn't notice her escape; letting the girl keep her life. With no home, no family, and no friends the girl now weathered the elements. She wandered in the wilderness with only her memories and sorrow to keep her company. Years passed, and the girl transformed into a woman. She traveled into a different country without realizing it. She was found by some farmers and taken into their village. She was adopted as one of their people, but the woman still couldn't let go of her old village. She loved by many people for her kindness and many more admired her pacifist ways. Her life was once again peaceful, but the funeral in her heart never ended.
The one thing that was nice about the world ending, money didn’t matter anymore. Everything became free, but something about that seemed wrong to me. If the world was ending, why would you continue to be stingy about money? By the end of the week no one will need it anyway. So, on my way out of the supermarket I left the few dollars that I had in my pocket next to the register. I know it’s seems stupid, but to me it just felt like the right thing to do.
ReplyDeleteAs I was loading the food into the back seat the cat hissed at me again. I threw a bag of chips at him in response, and he leapt past me out of the car, and ran into an alley beside the store. At first I didn’t care, but when I got into the car, I realized I didn’t want to leave without him. Even though all he did was sleep, he made this journey to nowhere feel less lonely.
I got out of the car and decided to at least check if he was still there. “Here kitty, kitty,” I said, but rolled my eyes at myself, knowing that even if he were there he wouldn’t come to me. I was about to turn around and go back to the car when I heard a whimper.
I walked down the alleyway, following the sound of the noise. I knew it was coming from behind the dumpster. Normally I wouldn’t be one to investigate strange noises, but with the world ending, and my life coming quickly to an end, what’s the worst that could happen?
I could hear purring, and as I looked around the side of the dumpster I found the cat sitting happily in the lap of a little girl. She was whimpering, and sniffling as though she’d just been crying, but the cat seemed to be keeping her calm. The poor thing couldn’t have been more than five or six.
“Huh, I guess it’s just me he hates.” The cat looked up at the sound of my voice and hissed.
The little girl looked up at me innocently with tears still in her eyes. Her face was puffy and red, but she was still so precious that she seemed unreal. Almost as though she were a doll. “Where’s my mommy?” she asked me choking back sobs.
I knelt down closer to her. The cat kept his eyes firmly on me as though he were protecting her. “I don’t know sweetheart. When’s the last time you saw her?”
She sniffled again and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. “Yesterday,” she said shakily.
I was stunned for a second. “Yesterday?” I asked in disbelief. How could someone just leave her here?