Ways To Describe Someone Novels & Stories

I don’t really know what to tell about myself and ’coz squeezing my way into the national workforce and making ends meet are hottest on my mind right now, don’t be surprised if somewhere along this introduction I start to sound like I’m trying to get employed. {Like I said, my face and body are the sort that never leave an impression. There’s a word my English-major friend has for this exact situation: nondescript. It’s the stuff security guards have and hate and the stuff the criminal element would love to have. Well, I’m looking to trade any time any day.}

"Really, Beth? That’s all you got? I look good?" "Sexy." I correct, and she grins as she bends to grab her purse. "That’s more like it, baby. Sexy. Eye-catching. Seductive. Enticing. Irresistible. Those are the ones you should use when describing me. Not…" She pauses, a grimace pulling on her face as she mutters the last word. "Good." I shake my head but smile anyway. "Got that."

So how would I describe myself? I would say, beautiful, confident, adventurous and free-spirited. My mom called me an adrenaline junkie during one of our arguments. My daddy told me one of the qualities he admire about me is my charisma. A colleague said I am unpredictable. I've also been called mischievous, too playful, the ice princess and a blond bimbo. The latter, many times by people who don't really know me. I bet Mia also think I'm just a blond bimbo.

Wow, she must really like Caspian for her to act on her own accord. "Impudent. Aggressive. Arrogant. Callous. Vulgar. Self-centered. Zealous. Careless. Impolite. Poisonous. Inconsiderate. Hostile. Skeptical. Wow, you're that much of a person?" I enumerated. "A-Are you insulting me?!" She flared. "Insulting you? Oh my, don't make me the bad guy here. No honey, I'm not insulting you, I'm describing you." I grinned. Hehe.

"Okay fine, let me try and answer your question. Anyways, if someone asked me to describe your kind of person. I will be able to say that you are a disciplinarian, always talking with authority, loves respect so much, harsh most times and you are always serious. It's hard for you to laugh" "Is this how you can describe me? Wow! anyone you tell about this, will actually get scared of me and will never come close to me even if the person is in the need of help so badly, because of all these features you have mentioned, it means nobody comes close to me. It shows I am a monster, a beast in human clothing. It is very bad that this is the way you see me and I feel so terrible and horrible"

Jeoff out food on my plate. "You seem to talk more about lots of things,you already finished your food." "Are you listening" "Yeah. So what can you say about the attitude of the person you are going to court?" "Are you asking me to define her?" "Yes, describe and define." My eyes are telling him. Let's see in what category that girl is ahead of me. "Crazy." One word, a description not even flattering. "Crazy insane and I don't know where her IQ went."

Superb. Peerless. That one stuck to my mind. Iron to a magnet. It did because it is the wrongest way to describe me. Because I have people to say hey at me from the window or wink across the class. People to give hugs and get hugs from, and people to practice those elaborate handshakes that I finally learnt.

she gushed, turning her gaze into an interesting one. Twenty-one ain't bad," I admitted with a shrug. "And Khai." She sighed and closed her eyes. "Well me. I-well, I am just me." I couldn't describe myself, how could I? What if I was lying? "Just try." Sleep trained in her words. "I guess I am an okay guy, I try to be sensitive but I just find it difficult... I can't do this." "Try describing me then." She opened her eyes into slits, letting the gold sip out.

she starts, but was interrupted with everyone booing and complaining. “--two of which you are going to use any object to describe the other two people in your group, and the last one will describe how the three of you are both similar and in contrast” she tells us. “You can paint it, but just so you know, that can earn you an extra marl, as you know I don’t give extra credits, so you should use this opportunity” she says, packing her books. “How does she expect us to do that?” Declan grumbles out.

“Fine, then. Mr. Perfect, tell me what other word I could’ve used to describe you since insane doesn’t cut it for you.” He shot her a defiant look, refusing to back down. “Handsome, funny, caring,” he suggested, a hint of frustration seeping into his voice. “Anything other than ‘insane.’” She let out a scoff, a mixture of annoyance and amusement coloring her tone. “Yes, you are handsome,” she conceded, “but answering your parents’ question with such a basic response would have made me seem shallow and unintelligent. And don’t even get me started on the other things, dear. I simply blurted out the first thing that came to mind when she asked me to describe you.”