Booba - So you consider yourself an aspiring writer

I already failed, I read it as "breast" prose and decided there's no winning.

Something was off, something unnerved him upon the site of her face. Was it her dark, probing eyes that seemed just a bit too doll-like? Maybe it was her smile, with thin sharp edges that cut into her cheeks contradicting her full lips. Her nose perhaps was normal, but he had never liked that particular shape of nose the he thought about it. Even what little detail about her skin texture he could grasp from the grainy, blurry photo made him uneasy, almost as if it wasn't normal skin. There was just something creepily uncanny about the woman's face, but he couldn't put his finger on the source of it. He resigned himself back to his usual pastimes and decided to forget about it: "I can't waste my day dwelling on this." he thought to himself.