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Today, somewhere among the roses and petunias, my sanity squirted out of my brain and fertilized the backyard. Why couldn’t those heart-seizing moments be experienced with anyone else? Why did they have to be with the man who is the ghastliest of all possibilities?
“OH FOR GOD’S SAKE!” Blake McIntyre looked at the microwave clock. 2 a.m. He threw open his apartment door and made his way across the hall to hopefully halt the drone that was now filling his ears. He wasn’t amused.
There is no greater test of vision than to foresee one’s own death. Reminiscent of a Rodin sculpture come to life, Artek sat motionless on the hot sand, his back pressed against the rough-but-reassuring bark of a tall palm tree. High overhead, the sun shone down with unusual fierceness, and he was grateful for the limited shade.
An explosion reverberated throughout the office. Payton snapped her head up, and clenched her jaw as she held tight to her chair. She looked around and expected to see her pristine office littered with fallen items, but not one thing was out of place—how very odd.
Have you ever really wanted to do something but you came across a roadblock of some kind? Maybe you're afraid of new things or maybe you have a physical challenge. Are you going to follow your dream or are you going to push it aside without really trying?
A fallen angel with raven-black hair waved his hand over a crystal ball. The swirling blue mist inside dissipated, revealing the earth slowly spinning. With piercing blue eyes, he somberly observed the world being destroyed by mankind’s greed, corruption and indifference, knowing that without intervention the earth’s inhabitants would cease to exist, leaving him alone in this godforsaken place.
There was a peculiar nip in the cold air of that winter night in Chennai. The breeze that rose from nowhere danced through the open, grilled window. The twin pink colour, translucent, chiffon curtains separated, as if to make way for the breeze, and fell back in place afterwards. The Tanjore dancing woman on the study table began swaying her waist and neck languorously at the soft touch of the cool breeze. The sparkling plastic bead string curtains slowly oscillated as the breeze brushed past them and crossed the door into the drawing room. The wind chimes suddenly came to...
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