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The comedian put the traffic cone on his head. He was smiling on the outside, making everyone laugh, but on the inside, he was a mess. He rent was due, his girlfriend was pregnant. How was he going to make his big break happen?
The director watched the footage. Where had everything gone wrong? The star decided to do his own stunts. That had been a mistake, and now here were his final moments as he fell from the highway overpass to the road below.
I scanned my collection of books looking for one that piqued my interest. Vampires? No. Werewolves? No. Zombies? Maybe. Zombie squirrels? Yes!
Juliane scratched her creative head. How could she make this story work? The assignment was due in less than 12 hours and she didn't know what to write.
Judy read the passenger manifest. There was someone missing, but she couldn't find out who. Five people were on the plane; only four bodies were in the crash.
I stood at the intersection of reality and unbelievability. Would things go my way, or would we crash and burn? Only time would tell where we would go.
The shiny, hard-skinned robot looked up at the sun. The warm heat glowed off of its metalic skin. Too bad it didn't know the feeling of heat before it exploded.
I am so dry. My throat is closing, and I cannot swallow. I cannot continue any longer with this thirst. I will collapse.
I pull myself up straight and take a deep breath. I can do this. I have the strength to get through anything. I will keep on keeping on.
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