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pressed
Pressed for time, trying to squeeze all the worlds in in under a minute while listening to people bashing my political stance and not being able to do anything about it. Images of knives pressed to their throats for their ignorant bullshit and feeling some sort of sick satisfaction from the choking sounds of their smothered screams.
plaid
Plaid. All I an think about plaid right now is that it came from scotland and that one iCarly episode about the dancing scotsman. It was pretty crazy. I'm sure I can come up with something better later, but this is all I got for now. Sadface...
limo
She exited the limo with all the grace of a swan. All she needed was millions of camera flashes and it would have been like she was walking down the red carpet on the arm of the hottest star in Hollywood. Too bad it was just her senior prom and she was dateless.
backpack
Sadness...I already wrote about 'backpack'. So this is what I get for waking up atrociously early...the time hasn't turned over yet...
backpack
I hiked my backpack higher on my shoulder. It seemed that with every step I took, the heavier it got. I still had a long way to go if I was to reach the mountain summit before nightfall. Already the sun was sinking low on the horizon. Fiery red painting and streaking across the sky, fortelling a blistering cold night should I fail to complete my journey before the life giving rays were lost to the darkness.
montage
It all happened so fast. Like a blur. At first, I was in the desert, and then I was at the lake, so thirsty and hungry that I killed the first living fish I saw, not realizing it was the King of the Lake. But I knew that it hadn't happened that fast at all; I had been in the desert for a year. My memories just continued to montage across my brain as I tried to stomach my guilt.
despair
She cried and cried. She couldn't stop. She held the desperate, bleeding fish in her bloodied hands and wished she could do something. She couldn't. She could feel the fish's last bits of life blood fading and she felt so powerless and overcome with despair that it was all she could do to lay the Fish in the water and let it die in whatever peace there was left in its gory, bloody death. The god of the lake was dead by her hands.