Face Descriptions Novels & Stories

My face crinkles in response. “Ciao, tesoro.” Cara greeted me as soon as our eyes met. She was hovering over me. Her hair fell to her face like a beautiful brown curtain. “Morning.” I replied groggily. She continues to trace my face with her forefinger. My eyebrows, nose, lips. “What are you doing?” I asked, curious at what she’s doing. “I noticed that you have long eyelashes. Your lips are plump and very pink.” Her eyebrows knit together as she studies them. “And somehow for a man, has perfect shape. Your nose, it’s straight.” She said, all the while tracing each one of them.

, Anna heard a voice saying and she wondered who it was coming from. She heard a switch somewhere and the room was lit and she Gould see the faces. She did not need to be told who Scarface was as she could see it on his face. The scar on his face ran from his forehead down to his neck and she wondered who had left such a nasty mark. The rest of his face wasn't in good shape either. He had burns on his skin as if he had been in a fire. It was an ugly mess. His mouth was twisted to the side. She couldn't even bare looking at him, he sure looked scary.

Creed pointed at the hologram hovering over his watch, "but just look at this goddamn photo and tell me if both of them look the same to you." Fang scratched his head in disbelief. He came closer toward the hologram and squinted as hard as he could. He gawked at both the picture and the real person, back and forth, but was at a complete loss while trying to tell them apart. "I don't know, Man! They look all the same to me… " Fang whispered cautiously, "I mean… what makes you think they are not the same person… " "Look at their eyes and faces! They might share the same build but they have completely different facial features…"

After typing a few words into the search engine dozens of articles on Leah came up. ‘Oh my gosh.’ Lindsey gasped when her face flashed in front of her. ‘Are you okay?’ Serge asked. Lindsey backed away from the laptop. They had the same cheeks, the same eyes Leah’s hair was different, Lindsey’s was curly and Leah’s was straight but she could easily have been looking at her own high school photo. ‘She looks exactly like me Serge! What does this mean!’ ‘Nothing Lindsey she just looks like you.’ Serge shut the laptop.

"Ms. Aria, are you absolutely sure about this?" Inside the private clinic, the black-market doctor handed me the consent form with trembling hands. "Digging the GPS chip out of your neck, breaking and rebuilding your facial bones... You are so beautiful, why would you..." "Because I need to escape someone. Forever." I touched my face with a bitter smile and signed my name. When I walked out of the clinic, the blinding sunlight made me squint. Before I could take three steps, the familiar roar of engines echoed from the end of the street.

Maybe I should just go back home and come back when classes start. “Hi Scarface.” Bernice says with a sly smile on her face. Behind her is another girl whose name I can't recall. “What do you want this time?” I ask her, cutting to the chase. Her smile changes into a sneer and I can see the contempt that she has for me, it's so tangible. I wonder what it is that I did to her.

I pursed my lips and hesitated. "I promise I won't peek" I assured him. He laughed. I even felt his face move. "I know. I trust you" he said with a smile. I could only tell he smiled because of his facial movement. I started to familiarize his face. The simple details that I can feel from my fingertips. Jonas has a round shaped face, downward turned lips, pointy nose, one monolid and one double lid eye. "I'm so nervous I think I might fart" I blurted out.

"Open that app you made" "I won't,hell I'm not you slave" Stuart snatch it back from Jason. "Well I can call your mom to the her about the bathtub situation I can include the sex part" "I hate you"Stuart snap. "Open the app, I'm gonna describe this girls"Stuart start the app. "The two girls are of Average height" "Go on" " Her face white almost pale" " Describing a human being or a cow?" " Will you let me focus?"Stuart shrug "Imagine a moon kissed face something smooth and without touching it you know it is,her brows were in the shape of V "

Seconds later, like a clear holographic image taking shape out of the dark, the software enhances the facial structure hidden beneath the hat. The software isolates the angle of the cheekbones, the prominent square shape of the chin, and the distinctly narrow, masculine slope of the hips hidden beneath the flowy dress. I lean so close my nose almost touches the computer screen. Fanny gasps, her hand floats to her mouth. "Oh my god," she whispers, her eyes wide. "Is that . . . is that Fenton?" I'm staring at the enhanced structure of the face on the screen, my throat tight.

For a long moment I cannot do anything but look at myself look back. The face in the tank is mine the way a word repeated too many times stops being a word. Every feature is in the right place. Brow. Mouth. The small crookedness at the left eye. Still wrong. Wrong before I can name why. Because I have spent thirty years behind this face and I know what it does when no one is supposed to be watching, and that knowledge is what the face in the tank does not have.