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They were like little ants. They queued up in neat tidy lines, filling up the rows, standing at attention. They all looked up to their leader like he was some kind of messiah. He scoffed. His best friend was no messiah, guy had said it himself, at least a million times.
gardener
He sits in a field of flowers. His face is hidden by a rusted fog lamp helmet. The light within flickers incessantly, blinding the space around him sharply. His hands clasp loosely onto an oversized giant scissors that whines loudly with each snap of grass. Danny holds his breath as he turns back, trying to pretend that wasn't blood he saw on the greying silver edge.
triplets
She was one-third of three, identical in every way. Every like, dislike, personality, characteristic. She was one of the three singing androids, a star in the broadway musical, 'Northern Lights'. But she knew she was different, because she had memories that her sisters didn't have, she knew what it was like to be human. And tonight, she would escape the show.
climbers
They were climbers. The legendary fighters who trained for years, who climbed the colossal and slayed them. They were the people's heroes, the last stand, humanity's only hope. Or at least some of them were.
camp
"Stupid camp." I shrugged my shoulders, the bag pulling against what i imagined were nerves in my shoulders. I sighed, there was simply no escape from the overbearing heat, or the ache. I turned to a friend with an irritated twitch, "Why are we doing this again?"
fiery
She was a fire. A storm. A raging thunder of emotions that prowled proudly through the world. She hid nothing, an easy picking for manipulative monsters yet also the strongest person he had ever met. He wished he had courage like her.
fort
It was a cold fort. Frosted,freezing and silent. The wind tickled the back of her ears and left her numb. She pulled the scarf around her tighter. A snap echoed behind her. And she froze, her hand snapping to the smooth metal on her hip. A rustle, and then a howl. Not just any howl, it was That howl, a warping twist of human screaming and the low mourning of a wolf, pulled several octaves higher by it's mutated vocal cords. Others answered it, surrounding her, bombarding her ears like spitballs in that old destestable school of hers. She can't decide of the heralding of that time would be good or not.
apologetic
He gave me an apologetic smile. I sighed. "No." "Whattt? Come on Anny! Just a few bucks?" "Get a goddamn job you idiot." He looked away, "Yeah but..." I rubbed my the tips of my brows, "Look, I know this whole superhero gig has got you booked, but you can't be asking me for money all the time."