The surgery has heightened her senses. she can see the squiggling lines of the foreigners’ writing on the billboard across the Flyway. well, she could see it before, but now she can see the individual shapes. if she could read it, she would be able to.
she can hear the crying of a baby down on the second block. The poor thing’s parents are fighting. The rumble of the airships outside is loud, even the shiny new ones, said to be nigh on silent. Hak’s junker, a roar on the best of days before the surgery, gives her a pounding headache. Hak himself is loud, with his clomping prosthetic and the loud rustle of his piloting uniform.
“C’mon kid, ya can’t lay in bed all day.” he’s trying to be quiet, whispering, but his voice is gruff.
“Go ‘way, Hak.” she turns from the grimy window, and falls back into bed. she’s not ready to face the world.
“Damn it, kid. Up and at ’em.”
“Go jump in the Flyway. My shoulders hurt.”
“Those wings of yer’s won’t do ya any good if ya don’t use ’em.” he kicks a metal tin across the floor. it scatters its collection of bent nails and extra screws. Not that she’ll need them, without her airship. An Officer had smashed into the Sparrow, with a body built for speed and not combat they fell right out of the air. Luckily, Hak had been right behind her, and caught her before she could go down with the ship. there was enough shrapnel in her body to kill her, from what the doc said. they picked it out, and gave her a way to take to the air again. the wings, made of spare parts and the few pieces of the Sparrow that were found after, shudder against her back. they move with her some how, despite being metal and wood and canvas. Hak’s of the opinion that her ship’s still with her, moving where she guides, but closer than before.
“I always knew you were a romantic.” she’s saying aloud, Hak’s frown wavers, and then he’s grinning the way he does when there’s a race on. he looks at her expectantly, tapping his metal foot. “Well, kid. Ya gonna get up?”
“Yesser, you old hack.”
He laughs, and she doesn’t mind the noise as they clamber outside and onto his junker.
“Hey Hak, wanna race?”
Mae
It was a strange feeling, my eyes dove into the light that leaked through the cracks of the door; the hairs on my arms stood on edge. I could even taste the salt in the air.
Her heart rate heightened, her palms began to sweat and she could sense something in her stomach that she was not used to feeling. Was she scared? Nervous? Excited? This was the same feeling she got when she woke up from a bad nightmare, but there was nothing to be scared of here. This was a happy event. This was a person she loved, holding her when she needed it.
Her body was on fire. His fingertips tracing her spine, his mouth replicating his fingers. Her nerves, and limbs buzzed, tingled.
Paige
wow haha
Paige
her body all of a sudden felt on fire. His lips on hers, his fingertips grazing her side, all of her nerves and limbs buzzing.
Paige
It hieghtened
till I was frightened
But what could I do
there’s only one exit
For this grand old stage
In the glare of light, I see stars
And what lies beyond
in the hemisphere of darkness
I heard waves, tides of tidings
And so it goes as it flows
Here I glow with a-muse
Lit this fuse
For the rocket
To the moon
There’s more
Than one way
To
Exit
A
Stage
I could jump off the deep end
Land swiftly on my flat feet
Shins split slightly as you tightly
Wind your fingers around my neck
Deaths first and last kiss upon
My cheek
I could take that leep now instead of wait
For his grace to spread upon me
I just get so anxious sometimes
To shake His hand
An old friend
Hieghtened extra sensitivity. The sun is blazing and you’ve got blinding light in your eyes and the only thing you can see is a golden halo covering everything with a yellow tint and the warmth of the sun on your skin, it feels like you’re gonna burn.
Mathew’s anxiety heightened as the ships return message seemed to be filled with a great sense of animosity towards them. He felt his shoulders tense as he wanted to follow the enemy vessel, hoping to find them quickly. The captain gave the orders he hoped for, and Mathew’s fingers were quick to respond, floating over his console and making chase for the other vessel.
JR
his sense of smell was heightened to where it bled. nostrils wept tears of sweat and snot like nobody’s business. Hot sauce my ass, he thought. More like fucking volcano juice on roids. he wondered how his ass would handle it in an hour or two
kah
her fear heighted at the thought of dying life was a glass rain drop
and it was falling fast and hard
Rebekah
The experience of visiting China was heightened by being able to walk along the great wall and seeing the terracotta warriors.
The intensity rose, my temperature heightened. I tapped on the side of the box curiously. It was cold and hard, like metal. I shivered and pulled my coat over my shoulders. I found an opening on my right, just a once inch square. I looked through with one eye shut.
height is a very relative term
those who are heightened don’t deserve the height
those who are heightened don’t deserve the light
instead of admitting
they sell themselves to the night
There was no time as her fear grew.
There is was.
It happened.
She had crushed the hamster under the futon, while having the best sex she had in the past few years.
Totally worth it.
Sosuke
It wasn’t enough that her stomach was turning at the thought of walking into the room with !hat Person there. Her whole being was rendered a conduit, everything heightened by her anxiety.
The surgery has heightened her senses. she can see the squiggling lines of the foreigners’ writing on the billboard across the Flyway. well, she could see it before, but now she can see the individual shapes. if she could read it, she would be able to.
she can hear the crying of a baby down on the second block. The poor thing’s parents are fighting. The rumble of the airships outside is loud, even the shiny new ones, said to be nigh on silent. Hak’s junker, a roar on the best of days before the surgery, gives her a pounding headache. Hak himself is loud, with his clomping prosthetic and the loud rustle of his piloting uniform.
“C’mon kid, ya can’t lay in bed all day.” he’s trying to be quiet, whispering, but his voice is gruff.
“Go ‘way, Hak.” she turns from the grimy window, and falls back into bed. she’s not ready to face the world.
“Damn it, kid. Up and at ’em.”
“Go jump in the Flyway. My shoulders hurt.”
“Those wings of yer’s won’t do ya any good if ya don’t use ’em.” he kicks a metal tin across the floor. it scatters its collection of bent nails and extra screws. Not that she’ll need them, without her airship. An Officer had smashed into the Sparrow, with a body built for speed and not combat they fell right out of the air. Luckily, Hak had been right behind her, and caught her before she could go down with the ship. there was enough shrapnel in her body to kill her, from what the doc said. they picked it out, and gave her a way to take to the air again. the wings, made of spare parts and the few pieces of the Sparrow that were found after, shudder against her back. they move with her some how, despite being metal and wood and canvas. Hak’s of the opinion that her ship’s still with her, moving where she guides, but closer than before.
“I always knew you were a romantic.” she’s saying aloud, Hak’s frown wavers, and then he’s grinning the way he does when there’s a race on. he looks at her expectantly, tapping his metal foot. “Well, kid. Ya gonna get up?”
“Yesser, you old hack.”
He laughs, and she doesn’t mind the noise as they clamber outside and onto his junker.
“Hey Hak, wanna race?”
It was a strange feeling, my eyes dove into the light that leaked through the cracks of the door; the hairs on my arms stood on edge. I could even taste the salt in the air.
Her heart rate heightened, her palms began to sweat and she could sense something in her stomach that she was not used to feeling. Was she scared? Nervous? Excited? This was the same feeling she got when she woke up from a bad nightmare, but there was nothing to be scared of here. This was a happy event. This was a person she loved, holding her when she needed it.
so lustful
Her body was on fire. His fingertips tracing her spine, his mouth replicating his fingers. Her nerves, and limbs buzzed, tingled.
wow haha
her body all of a sudden felt on fire. His lips on hers, his fingertips grazing her side, all of her nerves and limbs buzzing.
It hieghtened
till I was frightened
But what could I do
there’s only one exit
For this grand old stage
In the glare of light, I see stars
And what lies beyond
in the hemisphere of darkness
I heard waves, tides of tidings
And so it goes as it flows
Here I glow with a-muse
Lit this fuse
For the rocket
To the moon
There’s more
Than one way
To
Exit
A
Stage
I could jump off the deep end
Land swiftly on my flat feet
Shins split slightly as you tightly
Wind your fingers around my neck
Deaths first and last kiss upon
My cheek
I could take that leep now instead of wait
For his grace to spread upon me
I just get so anxious sometimes
To shake His hand
An old friend
Hieghtened extra sensitivity. The sun is blazing and you’ve got blinding light in your eyes and the only thing you can see is a golden halo covering everything with a yellow tint and the warmth of the sun on your skin, it feels like you’re gonna burn.
Mathew’s anxiety heightened as the ships return message seemed to be filled with a great sense of animosity towards them. He felt his shoulders tense as he wanted to follow the enemy vessel, hoping to find them quickly. The captain gave the orders he hoped for, and Mathew’s fingers were quick to respond, floating over his console and making chase for the other vessel.
his sense of smell was heightened to where it bled. nostrils wept tears of sweat and snot like nobody’s business. Hot sauce my ass, he thought. More like fucking volcano juice on roids. he wondered how his ass would handle it in an hour or two
her fear heighted at the thought of dying life was a glass rain drop
and it was falling fast and hard
The experience of visiting China was heightened by being able to walk along the great wall and seeing the terracotta warriors.
The intensity rose, my temperature heightened. I tapped on the side of the box curiously. It was cold and hard, like metal. I shivered and pulled my coat over my shoulders. I found an opening on my right, just a once inch square. I looked through with one eye shut.
height is a very relative term
those who are heightened don’t deserve the height
those who are heightened don’t deserve the light
instead of admitting
they sell themselves to the night
some people are heightened
for no reason at all
some people who are heightened
they only deserve to fall
the other people, however,
the low and polite few
the don’t get anything
for all the things that they do.
He stopped and lifted his nose in the air. He could smell fear in the air. Hisnhightened smell worked well in the night when he was hunting his prey.
There was no time as her fear grew.
There is was.
It happened.
She had crushed the hamster under the futon, while having the best sex she had in the past few years.
Totally worth it.
It wasn’t enough that her stomach was turning at the thought of walking into the room with !hat Person there. Her whole being was rendered a conduit, everything heightened by her anxiety.