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the noise was deafening. He could do nothing but cover his hands and hope it would fade away. He just wished he'd ran when he had the chance. Now, he was stuck, trapped here while this awful noise threatened to burst his ear drums. Bloody typical wasn't it?
his eyes, his eyes were the deepest shade of brown she had ever seen. They glistened in the sunlight, looking as if he had just a single tear coating them, just showing his emotions through his nocholant exterior. He was smiling, right at her, and she couldn't help but smile back. He just made her feel so.... Sparkling
the food tasted of nothing. Mush, goo, it was just an empty texture in her mouth. She winced as she swallowed, wishing there was something else to eat. If she wanted to stay alive she'd have to get used to it though. As she turned this over in her mind, the bland food seemed to disappear a little quicker.
it was the worst thing he'd ever seen the man was lying face down, arms bent at awful angles. He didn't know what he should do. What on earth had done this to him? Then he saw it. A small, furry dog, it looked cute at first, but as he got closer it started growling, and when it looked at him its eyes glowed red. That was not a dog, it was a savage beast
the scent was overpowering. The room was simply filled with them; white lillies, pink lillies, yellow lillies. She couldn't breathe for the smell. But she was so happy in that moment, for it could only mean one thing. He was back. He knew lillies were her favourite flower!
there were twelve buns in the bag. And one for luck, a bakers' dozen. They felt warm against Emilie's chest as she carried them home, looking forward to splitting one and spreading it thickly with butter. Her mind raced ahead to the log fire and the hot chocolate which would accompany it.
she moved around the counters like a pro, kneading stirring and mixing. Chloe watched her, enchanted by the amazing smells that were starting to pour into the room. Her aunt had always been the best cook she knew, one day she hoped to follow in her footsteps, help run the restaurant and wear one of the red aprons.
the sharp prick of thorns pierced through her heart. She couldn't believe this. She had seemed like the most wonderful and gorgeous human being when they first met, making her laugh and dance and run through the streets with happiness. Those were the good days, when she truly believed they could go all the way. But now she lay broken and upset. I guess all roses have their thorns.
the elephant's trunk was long and wrinkly. He swooshed it about in the air and Mela laughed as he sprayed her with water. India was truly amazing. She had only been here a week, but already she had been welcomed by the locals and taken in as part of the village she was staying in. She was here helping to build houses, but in her spare time she was making friends.
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