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fort
The pillow for was massive. Begining in the living room and snaking out into the kitchen and hallway, it created a new world to explore and imagine; a safe haven of soft cushions and warm fabric that proteted from the sharpness of the world.
terrain
the terrain was haggard and torn; years of harsh winds and little rain had cracked the ground in deep chasams that ran on and on and on.
attuned
Attuned to the faintest sound of his breath against the pillow, you slowy shift to face him. You breathe in, then out. You still think you're deaming when he cracks and eye open and pecks a chaste kiss against your lips.
elegance
The elegance of the world swirled around them, consuming the thoughts of destruction that had chased them from birth. This, they knew, was what it was like to be alive.
neon
The neon lights shone brightly in the night, illuminating his hair as he walked quickly and silently down the coblestone street. He looked around the ally and slid in, hiding in the saddows and slipping aound obstacles in his path. Pushing greasy strands from his eyes he reached his final destination, cursing the bell on the door that announced his presence. If anyone would ever not need sounds around them, it was him.
eternal
eternally, they whispered. foever and always. never regret apriciate everything, and we'll come home.
tales
the tales he could tell, from mountains to valleys, tundra to desert, he could tell them all. from up in the sky, to the depths of the sea. from the adventures of space, to the core of the earth, he always had a tale to tell. fascinating adults and children alike, his voice washed over them, and made them feel at home. like an old friend, it would soothe their worries, vanquish their fears, and brighten their day. until he stopped telling them. no more tales to tell, fears to save, worries to free. his voice had left, and there was no going back. so there was silence. then, someone began to tell one of his many tales to someone who had never heard him speak. and suddenly, his voice was all around again, speaking through those who heard it and shared it so that he was never gone, only resting awhile.
returned
she returned home. to the place she loved most, where she was safe, where everything was as it should be. peaceful and calm. it was right, but something was wrong.
flames
the falmes roared around, licking up the walls, eating everything in their path, finding everyone at some point.
sentenced
sentenced without trial, they lived in their mind. taking the joy of holding their lover's hand, if only in a dream, to take away the pain.
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