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chance
I shouldn't be afraid of this. After all, I've been asking for a chance my entire life, but now that it's here, suddenly I don't know. It's all they've ever wanted from me, to be successful, but God I wish there was something more. I'm not happy. If I had a chance at a different life, one where it didn't all depend on this one instant of time, I would take it. That's the chance that I want now.
lock
"...just a bit more..." hissed: "hurry up, he'll be here in 10 seconds" "don't rush me, dumbass, I know what i'm doing-" click (turns and grins) "told you I could pick it." "Was I doubting you?" "come on, we've got 5 minutes. Let's vandalize this bitch."
manager
What a dick. Seriously, who the hell does that guy think he is? I'm here, busting my ass at a grocery store shelf stocking cans until my mind feels like it's gone to soup, and he stalks over here and asks me to turn out my pockets. Like anything he sells I would want! Jesus, I wish I could just punch him. If only he knew who he was dealing with, and what I would do with him once I came into power.
step
That lurching, heart-stopping moment of the missed step: how can I forget? It's a rush, a headiness, a tingling nerves as the entirety of my being falls into itself, rushing to the front of me as my hands wave and i lose the control I have so desperately clung to with all my might.
muse
She sat on the edge of the marble plinth, light cascading over skin and cloth as it cast shadows around the edges of her form; seeping, spilling over, almost uncertainly with hesitation, the purpling shadows slowly overtook her as daylight lengthened and she was finally cast into darkness, forever still, in her marble form.
thunder
Lightning stabs the pale charged atmosphere, stark against thin electrified air, as thunder crashes beyond sound through the soles of our feet, cracked ground thawing and underneath it all the distant rumble and seizure of oncoming terror.