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The long blonde braid hung down her back, hung their straight and unmoving. The temptation of that braid, the temptation to pull the scissors out of my bag and cut it off. Would that be overly cruel?
The antlers were big. The stag knew how to use them. He had fought many a fight and won with these antlers, now due to a freak accident they were no more. What was he to do without his antlers, he would no longer be top deer. Worst one of the young upstarts may not only challenge his position but win it off him.
I have failed, plenty of times. Especially with my writing, failed to be published had my manuscript rejected. Yet still I try, failure is not bad if we use it as a means of learning.
The feelings were intense. Her first time, the intense feelings that come with sex. The intense feeling of being held in his arms, of him stroking her hair, her face.