Has anyone tried Bobbi Brown Eyeliner?
I was watching QVC last night and I am interested in purchasing the LONG WEAR GEL EYELINER. However, I don’t know what color will look good on me? I want something other than boring black. lol
I have an olive complexion, dark brown hair and honey brown eyes. What do you recommend? Have you tried this product, I would love to hear your reviews. Thanks in advance. :)
Here’s the list –
I haven’t used it yet, but plan to buy it. I have a friend who just loves how it glides on!
With you complexion you can pretty much wear whatever color you want.
Site below talks about eyeliners.
Can somebody please read and review my excerpt & answer the questions?
•Character name suggestions?
•Changes in including character descripitions? (well-disguised, or needs work?)
•Possible background and outcome for the story?
•Baby genders and creative names?
•Change in father status? (should I have him die instead of leave, leave and then die, not leave at all and just not know she is pregnant, etc?)
•Would you be interested in reading more of this?
•Should this excerpt be the beginning?
I stared at the digital clock on my nightstand. I had been for the past three hours. I remained in the same position I was in when I first lay down to cry: curled up in a ball, no blankets for warmth, no pillows for comfort. I had stripped my bed of everything in my anger when I arrived home from school this afternoon. I had never felt so alone.
He did it on purpose, I know he did. He had always loved to see people weak, especially the ones he loved the most. In some ways that made me feel a little better, but then I remembered the absolute truth: I could never get him back.
At that thought, my relentless tears began to fall, dripping from my eyes down the side of my cheek, soaking my mattress. My love for him was far from gone, yet it was nothing compared to the hate I felt now. I wanted to throw his body from the highest crag I could find, but I knew I would follow him if that were to happen.
When the blinking neon green became a definite shape instead of a seemingly endless fog of despair, I rolled off my bed. It was six-thirty. Mom should be home by now and I had to tell her the news.
I padded as quietly as possible to the bathroom and studied my face. My green eyes were swollen and my nose was red. My makeup was also gone, all of it traveling to my hands from when I had tried in vain to wipe the tears away for good. I had the standard “eye boogers” and I easily cleaned those up with the help of a Q-tip. My short, brown hair was matted on the right side, the side I had been resting on. My right cheek was also bright red.
Next stop: the living room.
My mother was sitting on her favorite chair, curled up with her favorite book, wearing her favorite pair of reading glasses. She glanced at me when she heard me approaching, then did a swift double-take.
“Honey!” she gasped. “What happened to your face?”
I guess that was a standard reaction, but it still hurt my feelings.
“Mom,” I groaned. “Insensitive much?” Her baffled look told me enough to rephrase. “What I meant was, that was rude.”
“I’m sorry, you just look so. . . tormented. Are you alright?” Her large brown eyes vaguely reminded me of a doe, and I calculated the level of irony in the contrast of our looks. Here she was, with her big brown eyes, eternally gentle, and her slender figure. Her face, unlike mine, was unmarred my any blemishes or piercings. I had three piercings in my ear and one in my nose and tongue.
I was also tall and built. Not creepy buff, but I had muscle. I was tan and I had dark brown hair, cropped to my shoulders in a concave bob. I had no freckles and my eyes were a bright green, like that of a cat.
“No, I’m not. I need to tell you something, Mom.” I sat down at the couch adjacent to the tan chair that was my mother’s sanctuary. She sat poised, seemingly ready for anything.
“I’m. . .” I faltered. Dammit! This was not like me. It’s his fault. If he were here to support me then it would be easier. I tried again, pretending to study a magazine on the coffee table. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered.
She was silent for a moment. At first I thought she hadn’t heard me. I peeked through my long lashes at her and realized she had heard me. Loud and clear.
Her eyes were wide, wider than I’d ever seen them. I was scared for a split second, then I noticed something else. Her cheeks were wet.
“Mom. . . .” I grew up with one philosophy: never make your mother cry, unless she was proud. Considering I am only sixteen and announced I am pregnant, I was sure these weren’t tears of joy.
“Go to your room,” she breathed. She was staring steadily past me, focussed on something far away in the backyard.
“Mom? C’mon, I really want to talk to you about this—”
“Go to your room!” She shouted this, and I yelped. It sounded like the kind of shriek you hear when someone has just kicked their dog for barking too much. I got up slowly, and inched past her. I was scared of her for the first time in my life.
When I got to my room I shut the door and pressed my self against it, sinking down slowly like they do in the movies. Why wasn’t she supporting me? What did I do wrong besides fall in love at the wrong time?
I changed my mind. Now I have never felt so alone.
My stomach made an audible grumble, reminding me otherwise.
Wow this is such a good story, I really wanna know more!!
The spelling and grammar is great for as far as I know, and the plot is great.
I think for the main character’s name, it should be something quite traditional, because judging by the mothers response, the girl has been brought up in a proper way. Maybe you should call her;
Notice most of these names can be shortened to sound less formal.
I think that she should have twins, because that would be a twos in the story, and that way you can have a girl and a boy.
Or if you wanted matching names;
I think maybe the father could be really understanding, and then maybe dies in a car crash when the girl is actually in the car( girl and babies survive).
Or maybe he tells the whole school, and she becomes a reject.
Please post more of this story soon!!!!
Critic review on characters? I’m only in middle school?
So I need help with these characters, are they good for middle school? original? unoriginal? Fair? Interesting? Boring? better names? Lame personality? Cool personality? Please be nice but give your honest opinion at the same time :)x
Lily Beals- (Is called Loopy Beals By Jared)
Lily is the main character, she is 12 years old in this story, she is very curious, wise, funny, determined, creative, and has a thirst for adventure and sometimes doesn’t think before she acts, she also has mood swings, her theme song is I’m just a kid by simple plan.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2gfgUUZj24Y) She will do anything that includes sacrifice her life for the ones she loves, and would like to die proud that she did all she could.
Physical Traits: Lily has chocolate brown layered hair, messy bangs that are always in her eyes, green eyes that are impossible to see over her bangs and glasses, she is about 5 feet which is short for her age, thin, and isn’t a big fashion chick, she wears whatever she has an eye for, well in this case her school’s very bland and boring uniform (Lily was based after me so obviously she’s original LOL)
Margret (Maggie) *I need a last name that fits her* Maggie is also 12 and is Lily’s best female friend, she is a total clown when you need someone to cheer you up, and is also very sarcastic and has a lot of flaws but she’s a lovable character, her theme song is The Girl Next Door by saving jane
Physical traits: Maggie is very pale and has freckles on her nose, and has pasty skin, auburn shoulder length hair which is a mess because she never bothers too brush it, and she has braces which makes her voice sound weird, she about 5’4 1/2 in height, so she’s tall and slim. also her bangs are grown out. (She was based after a girl who went to my camp last year)
Cepheus Dorgan is 12, he has a dry sense of humor and is very wise and witty, he has a thirst for knowledge and has a love of enforcing the rules and focusing on his studies rather then playing soccer and basketball, He show’s he’s jealous when he totally ignores you or talks trash about the person he’s jealous of, and is also very stubborn, like Maggie, He is hard to break through, the person he hates the most is Sadie Lavenge, for all the insults she’s said to him, (I think it would be a twist if Sadie and Cepheus end up together, what do you think?)
Physical Traits: He has curly dirty blond/light brown hair, golden brown sparkly eyes, dimples, and a nose that hits his hair, he is also thin and about 5’1 or 5’2 which I’m not sure is normal or short. lol
His song is stupid girls by p!nk (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GCgHEQuVtmw)
Sadie Lavenge is a misunderstood 12 year old girl, she is the ‘Paris Hilton’ of the story,’ she thinks ‘daddy’ solves all her problems etc, she doesn’t know what she’s saying though, she was raised like that, and her father doesn’t love her like a father should love his daughter, she is hit with a stick whenever she misbehaves, She likes to kiss up to the teacher, and her nemesis is Lily Beals, and she also enjoys picking on Maggie, but not as much as Cepheus. Cepheus is her bread and butter.
Physical traits: Sadie has blond hair (I love how the mean person always is blond XD) really pale skin, blue eyes, and is very skinny and about 5’3 Her theme song is money honey by lady gaga (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KgkYrM_2ZKE)
Kai Mathews is Lily’s old love from last year, despite he never liked her back, then last year she saved his life from a deathtrap. He gave into pear pressure from his best friend Jared McCoy and he isn’t sure how he feels about him, sometimes he likes him, sometimes he finds him to be a real pain in the ass. Kai talks about drugs, sex, partying, and other dirty things that Lily does not fancy, he is your typical stupid 12 year old boy in this generation.
Physical traits: Kai has dark brown hair which is an average boy cut, deep mocha beautiful eyes, and a goofy smile so whenever he laughs his buck teeth hang over and he wears his clothes sloppy and usually wears a sweat shirt (He was modeled after someone who had a negative/positive effect in my life, but thank god he’s gone..) His song (in Lily’s point of view) is ignorance by paramore https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31gcggj-syE
Jared McCoy is a talkative trouble maker, he swears a lot and has a dirty mind and talks about gross subjects, he is the idiot of his class, he grew up with a bad life, and he has two little brothers.
Physical traits Golden brown stupid hair, normal in height, hazel eyes, and pale skin,
his song is grow up by simple plan
Being in middle school doesn’t mean that other people shouldn’t tell you your characters suck. Not saying that I think they do, but it’s really in the details of the story. You can’t throw out character descriptions with barely any context and expect people to criticize. What Alice of Wonderland could work in would not be the same as Bella of Twilight. It’s how they fit into the story.
Does this sound good? PLEASE REVIEW MY WRITING?
As many of you know I am writing a time travel series. I just wanted to know if this part of the first chapter is good enough. Hope you like it!
When we arrived they welcomed us. I could see the difference between the Stone’s and us as a family. They were peaceful; not a single sight of stress in them. Their house was twice as beautiful as ours. The walls were painted a sky blue; the curtains were a golden brown with little dark brown squares.
The walls had big stripes. They almost looked like a flag. The stripes were a strange white color with the sky blue, horizontally patterned.
There was furniture everywhere. We sat in one of the big sofas that they had in the seating room. Job sat next to me.
Young, I thought while I stared at the couple.
“My name is Aura and this is my husband, Taylor” said the beautiful girl, or should I say ‘woman’.
The man looked like a movie star; handsome is the right word. His skin was fair, tough it was nearly tan. His eyes were an ocean blue.
The woman had long, glossy black hair with honey like eyes.
There was no laugh line; no crow’s feet or blemish in their skin. They were God-like. No imperfection. It seemed like time didn’t affected there appearance in any way. Anyways, they were like twenty-four to five years old. So they were young.
As grandpa started talking, my mind as well as eyes were in the house. The decoration on it was too old for them. They had pictures, frames and objects that resembled the nine-teen forties and fifties.
Maybe they have relics from their family, I kept thinking.
As I watched the photos they had displayed in a table, I was attracted by one of them. I could tell that the picture was old, scorched and nearly invisible. But still, I could appreciate that there was a man and also a woman in it. I stared in wonder. They looked just like Aura and Taylor Stone.
I was so distracted by it; I didn’t realize grandpa was calling me to go to the dining room.
Everything in the dining room was neat. The food was deliciously prepared. Ms. Stone had prepared a chicken pot-pie and pumpkin cream with chocolate cheese cake, not counting the rest of pastries and dishes my grandma and I did.
I didn’t say a word till, unfortunately, grandpa opened his mouth and started talking about me.
“Cynthia, wouldn’t you like to say something?” Grandma asked with all her ‘mocking power’.
I wanted to show her that I wasn’t what she thought I was, so I proceeded.
“It was indeed a nice dinner; I wish you would visit us sometime. We could even go out to a movie or something,” I said, trying to sound as candid as I could.
I was lying, and grandpa noticed it with ease. Because I knew I couldn’t stay alone and friendless in this dirty world, I decided to approach Aura when we finished with the talking. There was a glow in her that indicated me that she was my type of person.
We kept talking in the table for a long time.
Aura was really nice to me. We talked about her life and we talked about my life, at least, the things I knew. I even enjoyed talking with Taylor, though Job kept stealing the conversation. I guess Job was more connected with Taylor.
At the end of the visit, I didn’t even realize I- as well as Job- had made new friends.
I wanted to visit them again. I had already planned for them to go with us to the movies.
When we arrived home everything was quiet. We each got to our rooms and didn’t say a word; no goodnight available.
I quickly changed and got my favorite books.
I had a shelf full with books. Reading and writing was a hobby I’ve always had. In that shelf I had books by: Alice Sebold, Jodi Picoult, Katherine Paterson and Audrey Niffenegger just to name a few.
The funny thing about the content of these authors books, were that all of them were sad, in a way.
The Jodi Picoult I owned was ‘My Sisters Keeper’, which I loved to read over and over, but my favorite was the Audrey Niffenegger, ‘The Time Travelers Wife.
I had a fascination for ‘time traveling’. I knew that if it were real, there was no way that anyone would stop me from doing it.
The fantasy to time travel was the only thing that gave me faith that one day I could see my parents alive. But there was one problem with it; it was all just a fantasy, a product of the imagination.
That night, I took the ‘Time Travelers Wife’ book and started reading it, till I felt asleep.
I heard a voice calling me, it sounded almost like a whisper.
“Cynthia, Cynthia!” the voice called me again, this time the tone of the voice was more of a shout than a whisper.
I slowly opened my eyes, it was painful. There was a blinding light in the room.
A scream from the woods erupted, the sound of owls and wolfs were lingering in the air. I felt an icy sensation running through my spine; it was the horror I felt. The light in the room turned into a shadow, running towards me.
Woah! That rocks!! A few spelling errors like past tense and so forth but all in all it was fantastic. Pursue your goal and get an editor so it wont be your job to worry about spelling! Good luck :)
Please review (and criticize don’t expect to say ‘I love it!’ and get best answer)?
Alright! I’m working on 5 books right now and this is the third I’m posting on here…and I think the last.
My eyelids fly open, my eyes frantic and desperate because…what? I know something is wrong, but…just…I give up and sigh. There’s nothing but whiteness anywhere, but I don’t care. So I’m stuck floating in the middle of some white nothing, it doesn’t matter. Actually right now nothing seems to.
I’m curious, though, as to why I woke up here, or what the alternative is. Maybe I’ve spent my whole life here, yet even as I think the words, they feel wrong. It feels wrong not to know what I’ve been doing before this very moment. To not know what’s going on. Suddenly I feel myself fading, as though my vision should be blurring, but there’s nothing to see that would blur…only white…and then nothing.
The sensation of sleep settles over me. In my dream there is a pressure building up against me. It’s uncomfortable, but gentle and bearable. The pressure increases slowly and it becomes harder to breathe. Breathing is no longer the priority. The priority is to stop the pressure. Soon it becomes painful and as my bones crunch and my skin folds all I want to do is scream, but I can’t. My mouth is too heavy to move.
Then it’s over – I open then close my eyes to be sure I’m alive, then keep lying down to let the delirium of sleep fade from my veins…aw, ****. My eyes snap open and I sit up straight. This is *not* my room. I have no memory of this room whatsoever, but then i have no memory of *anything* right now. Rigid, I back up against the wall and pull all the unfamiliar sheets around me. My breaths come short and quick. The door creaks open, and the face of a cute girl peeks in. She smiles slightly.
“Hon?” she whispers, “You okay?” I hesitate then nod sharply. “You scared?” I nod again without hesitation.
“What’s going on?” I demand. “Who am I? What’s happened?” She smiles to the floor and steps all the way in, then turns on the light. She has perfect black ringlets that spill over her shoulders and compliment her porcelain colored skin. She isn’t wearing any make-up, but she’s beautiful. Her eyes are large and brown with thick lashes, she has a perfectly straight nose, and her plump lips are a creamy light pink.
“My name is Tasha. Your name is Honey. Don’t ask me what the hell happened, because I have no clue. None of us do. I can tell you this much – you aren’t going insane. Maybe I am. Maybe you’re a figment of my imagination and *I’m* going crazy.” She frowns and slumps on the bed I’m on.
There’s something very wrong here. This doesn’t feel real. Somehow though, I know it is. Looking at Tasha now, I realize something else. I don’t know what *I* look like.
Yep. I need criticism. Please help!
Where yahoo answers censored it, it didn’t say the f-bomb…just the s-bomb. Just though I’d share that!
lmao you’re kidding right?
Chamelia, you’re right I *should* have explained more, and I can see why you assumed it was a hospital, but if I made it any longer than it already is, no one would read it. It wasn’t a hospital, it was actually a room in Tasha’s home. As for the “dream” I should have said she was only seeing blackness, because the surroundings there really don’t matter.
That is a Very good story overall. Hard to criticize, but in the dream I *really* wanted to know the scenery. Same goes for the…hospital? It was a hospital, right? Try put in something like As I looked around I realized I wasn’t anywhere familiar, with the crisp white sheets and a bed with rails. There was a leather recliner in the corner and a wide window next to it. The door creaked and a shadow was cast over me, a woman stepped in…
I don’t know, I’m not an author (yet) and I don’t have much experience, and I’m still in middle school, but I’m in advanced english and I go through books like candy, so I think I can answer that
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