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With just one deep inhale of breath before beginning his speech, the atmosphere seemed to vacuum all noise until the drop of a needle vibrated the walls. As if a mixture of fear and awe stole the mouths of the entire audience, the room echoed and reverberated with every word he preached. His confidence, undeniable. His eloquence, enviable. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.'s speech captured the hearts of children, elderly, men, and women alike.
The face of a politician consists that of a furrowed brow digging deep into his skull, frown lines endlessly stretching across the plains of his facial skin, and cold, watchful eyes barren of any warmth or compassion, like that of a dessert desperately crying for rain to quench its barren mouth.
Feeling the heavy pull on my legs like a quick-sand pool full of mercury, I trudged through my obstacles slowly, helplessly, and alone. Not until a blinding beam of light entrenched my entire vision, did I hear a powerfully divine yet gentle voice addressing me. "Child," the Lord insisted, "Let me help you out of your misery. For now one, you wander this earth with Someone beside you."
When you set your eyes on the bulls-eye target, live the moment to its fullest potential. Tightly grip the bow-and arrow in your clench hands, feel the tense pulling of the string, and allow your eyes to linger hungrily at nothing but the center of the red-and-white board. Remember, there's only a sure-fire way to live life, and that's by never underestimating your potential.
She had stumbled into a magical realm where vines slept lazily between towering palm trees that stood paralyzed in a morning stretch towards heaven's own spiraling staircase. Even the slightest touch of whimsical feeling could be felt in the mushy, rich soil that crept and slithered between her toes.
She could do nothing but stand helplessly and watch the fire within his heart envelop everything in its path, consuming his dreams with endless hunger, destroying the relationships and bridges of trust he spent countless years building. As the flames danced around and cackled at the sight of the chaos and destruction, she stood paralyzed as a single tear slip down her cheek; she had lost her friend.
On the outside lies the tempting image of a juicy red delicious apple, shining in its glory with its luminous skin. But just one bite sends a reeking chill down your spine as the taste of rotting corpses and organs slithers down your throat.
The warmth of tender embraces and the echoes of laughter fill every tile of Christmas air. People say 'tis the season, but must we really need a holiday to remind us to hold tighter to the woman who gave us life? Or to spend just a moment's longer lingering upon the blessings that lightly dance around us?
Plumes of flames shot all ablaze in explosive columns from the earth's rocky surface. Tidal waves roared as they mercilessly charged the shore's lines. For the first time in ages, linguistic barriers disintegrated like multitudes of dying pixels as every living creature, whether human or not, understood judgement day had arrived; their time of inhabiting the earth had reached its due date.
Both the sun and the moon shared one last glance. The sun exclaimed to the moon, "Your gentle loveliness shines brighter than I ever could. You make couples dance beneath your beams, nature sings at your arrival, you wrap a blanket of security around Earth's curves." At this, the moon couldn't help but whisper, "But, Sun, you're forgetting that you bring warmth to desperate hearts, nurture vegetation, envelop smiles with your endearing rays of light."
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