Tick-tock, tick-tock; the sound the clock would be making if it were actually working, but instead we're stuck at 5:47. It's only a practice test, but practice or not my pulse quickens and my body
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October is my favorite month — and not just because it's the month of my birth. Maybe it has something to do with the crispness of the air contrasting the warmth of woolen hats and scarves, and the
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The red light has me squirming in my seat. My tight bladder makes waiting to pull into the gas station across the road an eternity. Just as I am sure that warm liquid will soon be streaming down my
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It was cold on the rooftop when the meteor shower began. I had brought a blue fleece blanket, and through the veneer of excessive shivering I draped it over us. Our shoulders touched, and I looked
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Death was a surprisingly wonderful dancer. He carried a haunting beauty about him as we moved across the floor, an etherealness of presence that went beyond his mantle. To call Death intimidating
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She looked at him from across the gallery; tall, athletic, light eyes and dark hair, well-kept but not overly so. He looked like the type that was probably here with an INGO or a government agency
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The woman lifted her mask up to her eyes, securing its extravagant form to her by tying the back behind her head. Her skirts swept the dirty streets as she stepped out from her hiding place. Just last
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