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romantic
Is it romantic when someone gifts you with a flower? Well...a flower is the sex organ of a plant...so perhaps not anymore....Is it romantic when you sit and watch the sunset together? Those lovely colours? They are the reflection of the sun's rays on the Earth's atmosphere, only seen that colour from the angle at which you are on the planet's surface. How about going out to a romantic, candlelit dinner? Did you know that it takes seven seconds for the food in your mouth to reach your stomach, and that the pancreas produces a fluid that helps the digestion of said food in the small intestine? Yeah, didn't think so. Isn't science just so romantic?
violent
Her vision was a violent disarray of colour. The canvas her wide open sea. She delicately dipped the tip of her paintbrush into the inks once more, letting the rainbow of colours splash across her world. This was her view. Her world never sat still, constant movement sweeping things from one place to the next.
chores
My friend gets sprayed with a water bottle if she doesn't do her chores. She flicks her tail angrily and hisses, running to hide in her parent's closet, only to get caught in the predicament of deciding between staying stuck forever or 'coming out of the closet'. Yes Neko-Chan, I'm talking about you XD ^^ <3
cast
The room was filled with dolls, their eyes staring, cast randomly across the shelves. Their tattered dresses could break a child's heart and the obvious signs of the fire that took place were enough to hurt your eyes.
stem
She looks like such a strong child when she stands up for herself. But really, if you know her well enough, you know she is as delicate as a flower. Her secrets are her thorns, her hope is her stem, and her heart the bud, still waiting to bloom. My precious Rose.
assisted
The pain in my leg made me wince as Sebastian assisted me up the long flight of stairs that lead to my part of the palace. My head still seemed clouded by the words that my father had said and his violent reaction to my confession.