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And there's the Romance
The last bell has rung, and they only have a few moments before his auditions begin. She slips her hand into his, clinging to him as he ambles out the side-doors, leading her along. She gazes at him, savoring the time, mesmerized by his smiling eyes and oblivious charm. His curls are swirling out from beneath his hat, brushing his cheeks a bit as the autumn winds pick up. His hand and hers fit together like the pieces of a puzzle, and for a few seconds, walking together at a leisurely pace, the world is completely right. People buzz around them, heading to the drama room, sprinting to their cars, talking excitedly to each other; but they are together, and that's all that matters. The door to the drama room is looming, and she slows down, longing to keep him with her as long as possible.
"I have to go." he says, freeing his hand and pressing a light kiss to her lips. He pulls away, looking down at her, and she smiles at him, "Good luck..." she whispers. Don't you dare break any bones, I
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A Flower In His Palm
At the door, before kissing her goodbye, he puts his hands around her waist, and lowers his voice to a murmur, "Goodbye..." he whispers. She smiles up at him, and raises her arms to hug him around the neck and shoulders. They kiss, lightly, and then she nuzzles her face into his chest, hearing the tapping of his heart-beat beneath his shirt. When she pulls away, and looks back up into his face, she sees it there. A feeling with no single word of description is etched across his face: a touch of longing and a breath of sadness fill his eyes, and he looks at her like she's something too beautiful to even love. Even as he holds her close, he looks worried that she'll slip away from him, like petals wilting and falling from their stalk. She feels like a daisy, with him as her sun-shine: a sweet little flower clutched in his hand, drawing her strength from him as he literally glows down at her. He gazes at her lovingly, a tad of melancholy light shining beneath the quiet yearning and comple
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31. Flowers
Hanging from the ceiling of the little fragrant shed in rows, roses dried, stretching their crumpling petals to the dust below. Under the paling buds of blood-red; just inside the slats of the wooden door where the light fell through the sparkly air catching every particle of dust and pollen like an individual jewel, smoky clouds rose from the fresh boot prints. They led to the short wooden table standing at the shed’s center, where a beautiful, soft-lipped yellow rose stood tall and straight in a blue glass vase, contrasting quietly with the mass of death and depression of dried flowers hanging lonely above. The yellow rose glowed with color, draining even the sunlight that drifted through the panels into itself and surviving against the woeful memories of every dark, pallid bud that dropped petals like autumn trees to the table-top and the gleaming of the dustily-lit floor. A horse snorted just outside, shaking his reins impatiently at his rider as she stood in the open doorway,
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30.Under the Rain
Under the tumult of raindrops, as a gorgeous flash of bluish lightning cut across the sky in a jagged line, Jane pulled Trent out into the middle of the street by the hand.
“But we’ll get wet…” he complained, a little smirk on his angular face, as her humidified curls were drenched down to straggly straightness. “…And dirty.” He looked down his nose at the muddy grass she had dragged him through, clearly disgusted.
“Yes we will. But it’s time that I take matters into my own hands.” Jane was clutching Trent’s fingers hard, she’d finally worked up enough nerve to do this, and it had better work out perfectly. “I’ve waited this long,” she murmured, turning he face away from his as her mascara began to run down the sheen of water droplets on her cheeks, “and I’m doing this my way.”
She pulled him and pulled him, until they came up beside the lake and he said, in a tentative voice, “Jane?” Sh
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29. Happiness
“It looks like a good day, today.”
As the day lit the sliver of bed where Aminda lay, a faint glow fell through the pale curtains and glimmered on the flesh of her hip and thigh where they poked from the tangled lavender of sheets. Across the room, Mikael sat in his chair, knees drawn to his chin as he watched her breathe in light sleep. Sketches were tacked to the wall behind him, all of beautiful Aminda: sleeping, smiling, laughing, crying; crumpled wads of paper littered the floor around his chair, each with a smudged attempt at her eyes or her lips or the sparkle of her wispy hair. Mikael rocked slightly on his seat, humming contentedly as he stared hungrily at the girl curled into the mountains of pillows straight ahead of him. Her feet peeped out at the ankles, toes slightly pointed; and one hand lay in the imprint of a slender male body that Mikael had vacated beside her. She painted the perfect picture: even Mikael couldn’t have created such a likeness of his own
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28. Sorrow
“Let go of her, Amanda. It’s not worth it. There’s nothing inside.”
“You’re wrong! She’ll come back, she’ll hold on!” Amanda’s voice pleaded with anyone who could hear: with herself and her disbelieving heart; with Anthony as he stood over her with worry clouding his face; with the still, cold body beneath her shaking fingers, splattered with tears and blood, the laughter dead in the tiny girl’s hollow eyes. And, she pleaded with God. “Please…she can’t just leave me here alone.” The freckles across her daughter’s nose swam into Amanda’s vision as her grief blurred across the heat of her cheeks and the nuisance of the tears clinging to the lashes of her eyes. A man was hoisting the limp child from the ground, pulling her from the wet warmth of the woman who cradled her delicate form in her lap. The child’s head fell back gracefully on her useless neck as the long, loose curls were pulled from the m
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27. Foreign
The small boy tumbled from behind the towers of crates as the crane lowered its cargo onto the dock. His faded clothes were frayed and patched, his face sallow and pallid with hunger. Straightening up, he dashed from his hiding place among the boxes, and zipped into an alley just a block from the marina where his floating home had finally let him off. He looked up from the cobbled streets, clutching a stitch in his side, and was immediately aware of the newness of the world around him. Children dressed in bright, joyful colors played in the yards, and the breeze from the market wafted the teases of seasoned meats and the tangy cinnamon tambour of cooked apples. His life in the drab cold and grey of England was behind him, and his days aboard the swaying sickbed as stowaway were over: he was entering this beautiful, foreign place with a new hope.
Never again would his burly, sweaty uncle’s fist come down upon his malleable flesh, never would he hear his sisters’ raucous yells
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LIKE THIS! 10 quotes from amazing movies...try and guess them. DON'T USE SEARCH ENGINES/IMBD thats cheating.

1. Well...f*ck. You need this more than I do.
2. ...and on the other hand, painful, agonizing FAILURE!
3. I don't think it's silly at all, even if you are a bit wacky.
4. Fight that plaque, fight that plaque. Scary monsters don't have plaque!
5. You're fraternizing with the enemy!
6. ...Am I fonder of dolls, or riddles, or shoes...Or of chocolate?
7. -I think you must have had a love affair with this woman.
   -Oh no, just with her hands...She had beautiful hands, you see?
8. I promise that my personal tragedy will not affect my ability to do good hair.
9. But why is the rum gone?!
10. You don't need no pizza, they've got food there.

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Iardacil Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2008
I wanted to thank you so much for :+fav: on my "Guardian of Legends "
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dayze-d Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2008
thanks for the :+fav: darl
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my-mind-is-wrought Featured By Owner Oct 17, 2008
thanks for the :+fav: m'dear!
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Get-My-Zexion Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2008
Am i the controlling best friend that only sees the good in himself? T_T i am i don't even know why I ask... but ... ya. I'm not controlling! I'm sorry bout recking your happiness and stuff
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yesterdaysangel Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2008   Writer
NOOO its not you!!
it's alex!!!

but thanks...i think?
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Get-My-Zexion Featured By Owner Oct 1, 2008
thank god i was feeling emo and jerkish T_T
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Iardacil Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2008
I wanted to thank you so much for :+fav: on my art :)

I am so honored :hug:
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my-mind-is-wrought Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2008
thanks for the :+fav:!
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fragilesimplicity Featured By Owner Jul 19, 2008
Thank you for your precious support!!

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