There’s something so tragically beautiful about the rain‚ Hange muses to herself as she traces and connects the transparent drops dotting the mullioned window. She can’t deny it: it’s certainly fitting for the given situation. She breathes in and the fiery ache within her lungs doesn’t go away; it only worsens‚ and she fears‚ for a fleeting moment‚ that maybe it’ll burn a cavity through her chest. When she exhales‚ she feels a lump in her throat and a persistent ache behind her eyes. Her head feels
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of our final game I was in our backyard hitting. As I was hitting my brother walked outside to help me. He told me to stop hitting so he could tell me what happened yesterday. And when he was talking I really didn’t understand what he was talking about. After he told me what happened‚ I could tell that he was really trying to help me. Once we were done talking I realize that we had an RBA‚ as Covey said “make deposits into your RBA” (Covey 135). While driving to my game I wanted to go over my
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When a door opened nearly an hour later‚ the paneled door curved inward to allow in a clergyman. The shuffling clergyman‚ who looked closer to his last breath than his first‚ wore the red and white liturgical vestments of the Emperor’s Church. A sun symbol dangling from a rosary around his neck swayed as his voice rasped‚ "The emperor sent me here to extend a welcome." A series of faint popping noises emitted from the man’s joints each time he moved and his fingers were broken many times over. Shiny
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Auburn and not Bee. Anything Auburn did‚ Pat did. Bee sat at the table allowing her elbows to hold up her posture and waited for breakfast. Her mind wandered elsewhere as she began to think about what Auburn had said‚ blocking out her mother and Auburn’s conversation. She had realized what Auburn said… something about having fun at HER birthday party just for Auburn. Bee had these moments- they were almost second thoughts… She sometimes regrets becoming so close to someone. There were moments in their
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you see this?” she asks. Without even a glance at her car‚ I respond‚ “Of course‚” and guide her vehicle onto the track for a second time. A customer asking for a rewash is such a common occurrence that my coworkers and I don’t even think twice about giving them out. Moreover‚ it’s still early in my shift and the last thing I want to do is deal with an irate customer. So I send her through the wash and carry out my previous task at hand--scrolling through my twitter feed. The day
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Distortion. If I could put that moment into one word that would be it. Everything in my mind was racing‚ as if my thoughts were on a high speed merry go round that was no longer full of merriment‚ but filled with a feeling of disaster. Drowning in a vast sea of uncertainty‚ the light shining from above was slowly vanishing from sight. I no longer had hope. I remember just wanting to sleep. To drift away and have all my pain and worries leave my body. I never wanted to wake up and feel the agony
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A small village‚ in the middle of the desert. Built from hardened sand that was molded into houses. It was midday‚ and all of the villagers were inside of their clay huts‚ waiting for the sandstorm outside to slow down. It had started a couple of miles away‚ but the dry‚ loose‚ sand and harsh winds had been perfect for it to grow. It had only been bad luck that it went to their village. In the farthest hut to the east‚ almost outside of the village‚ Tomas was curled up in a chair in the center
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as soon as he returns home. Brian finds some unfamiliar bright red berries to eat‚ which turn out to taste very bitter. However‚ left with little choice‚ he eats them until the pangs of hunger subside. Since Brian has no matches he must think hard about how to start a fire; for now‚ he works to improve his shelter by interweaving sticks into the walls. Although he feels sick from eating too many berries‚ sleep came to
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Arthur tapped Fredrick’s left shoulder with Excalibur and then his right. "Arise‚ Sir Fredrick‚ Knight of Camelot and defender of the crown." "Heaven help me‚" he prayed under his breath before rising to his feet. Arthur had a small smirk on his face as if he’d heard the comment and Fredrick wasn’t entirely sure how to take the king pleasure in his discomfort. He was a knight of Camelot now‚ a place he’d never aspired to. His fellows who really knew him would do the same when they found out. "Now
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were now second years in high school. That did not mean that he completely agreed with the decision that each and every student in his class were eligible to moved on to the next grade‚ or even become an Exwire. But alas‚ no matter how hard he argued about the matter‚ it couldn’t change the fact that they had all passed. Nevertheless‚ the teenage boy didn’t let these small annoyances distract him from his studies. In fact‚he used it as motivation and remained at the top of the class with Konekomaru.
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