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Thirst. Need. Want. Desire. Desperation. Search. Find. Disappointment. Deppression. Wait. Hope. Run. Run. Grab. Hold. Open. Drink.
the feeling rose from somewhere inside of her. She did not know why this intense need to burn the pages that were before her appeared, but she knew that she had to do something about it. Rather than do the rational thing and ignore the thought, she gave the command, "torch them. All of them" Then, not looking back, she continued on her way, the soundtrack of burning words accompanied her down the hall.
Their attempts at consoling their friend seemed to be failing as her sobs grew louder and seemed to be clawing their way out of her chest. They put comforting hands on her back, knowing full well that it was all they could do. The true happiness would evade her until she let it come forth.
she turned, trying to manage the thoughts that roamed in her mind at sixty miles an hour. The show must go on, therefor, the crew must be found. The back stage manager ran down the stairs, desperate to find her stage crew. Even as the wind whipped past her face, the lines that were spoken on stage became desperate, as the cast tried to prolong the time until the curtain closed, closed by the hands of her stage crew.
I sometimes watch my friends as they apply eyeliner, I can never understand the need they feel for the black around their eyes. I often wonder, how many times a year does a person poke themselves in the eye?
Every year, My extended family goes on a camping trip. There are a lot of people and I do not know half of them because I only see them maybe twice every four years(cons of living in Japan).
what the heck does this mean? I don't really know, and I don't know if I want to know. As with many things in my life, I'm fine with ignorance, after all: it is bliss. But what does deadbolt mean?
My sister and I spend countless hours watching trailers on the internet. We see ones we like, ones we would go to see simply so we could boo through the whole thing. And ones that don't even look like the person making them was conscious.
There was once an intersection near my home. It wasn't really an intersection. The roads were close together and they connected like an intersection, but they could not be called an intersection
I remember the feeling of absolute bewilderment as three dogs crossed the road and literally disappeared. I never found out what happened to them. I think they somehow boarded a train. But can you really trust the mind of a five year old?
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