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aura
The force is strong with this one, he thought, as he showed the new kid how to use the cash register. As if realizing he was thinking about her, the girl looked up, her blue eyes bright. If she had an aura, he thought, it'd be bright green.
witnessed
It was strange, she thought. one minute, living a life where she barely thought of this type of thing at all...and then, bam! On the way to the corner coffee shop to get her daily half venti mocha, everything changed.
juvenile
It was the way she pushed her hair out of her eyes, glancing sideways while nibbling a lip-glossed bottom lip that stuck him as childlike. Certainly not what he'd expected from a woman who'd...
plumes
Colors she'd never imagined existed in nature obscured the sun. Vivid teals, emeralds, cobalts and golds, fluttered around her, bathed her in fluid light not unlike that of stained glass. She blinked, rubber her eyes. The peacocks had nested in her windowsill again.
sandcastle
Building was the fun part. Discovering the perfect sand to water ratio for building. Constructing the turrets, digging the moat. The discovery that, though yards away from the sea, if you dug deeply enough, water would magically appear.
stereotype
It was strange, how when anyone saw her, they knew her before she'd even opened her mouth. She was dark. Strange. Lonely. Troubled. On drugs. In truth, she was none of those things. Well, no more than anyone else.
compound
Criss-crossing phantom chain links, reflections cast by those that ringed the playground, lay shattered-glass distorted across the space’s broken concrete. She paused in the shaggy grass ringing its edge, the daytime safety rendered ominous by a waning moon.
compound
Criss-crossing phantom chain links, reflections of those that ringed the playground, lay shattered-glass distorted across the space's broken concrete. She paused in the shaggy grass ringing it's edge, the daytime safe place rendered ominous by a waning moon.