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trunk
He drove quickly into the thick brush of trees, holding her hand and gazing at her, smiling, in the passenger seat. She was entirely oblivious to the fact that in his trunk was a picnic basket with sandwiches, cupcakes... and an engagement ring.
champagne
The cork popped into the air and champagne sprang from the flute-like bottle. I was in the corner, watching the boy who dominated my heart kiss a beautiful girl at midnight. I took a deep swig and quietly walked out, knowing no one would miss my presence.
glimmer
A glimmering ray of light shone through the trees, penetrating the fog that had settled from the night before. The smoke from the fireworks still filled the air. As the light hit my eyes, I felt hope about the fresh start ahead.
thunder
A thunderous clap roared overhead as she awoke on a pillowy surface. Her eyes snapped open as a strike of lightning split the night sky. She had been sleep walking. Mud coated the bottoms of her feet. But where had she been?
still
My name is Anna. I am still because I am dead. I am living through others, but my spirit remains unalive.
artistry
Her brush struggled against the masculine coves of his body, her emotions pent up against his denial to let her in. She was no longer a master at the artistry of sensuality.
shepherd
He shepherded his many conquests into the one tiny room. "Here's the deal," he said with a sigh. "I have AIDS."
awakening
She dived from the dock into the chilled, murky depths of the Atlantic Ocean. She reminded herself of Kate Chopin's most famous character, except her experience wouldn't end in death. It would conclude in a fulfilling and appreciated number of years.
radical
The protestors marched down the grunge-infested streets, hoping for something radical. As the rich, suave businessmen passed by, many were overcome by an urge to spit on - or even hit - the immaculate, "wizened" faces.
dull
The humdrumming sound of rain against the windowsill forced me to stop and stare at my surroundings - books in enormous piles against the wall, shadows in every corner, and not a single soul interested in my existence.
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