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silence
Nero stepped gingerly around the pucker brush and leaned into the fence. They perked up for a second, hearing the crackle, then calmed, one dog nuzzling against the others fur. So nice, he thought, so likeable, these dogs when they're not barking and nipping and yapping and keeping me up. He peeled the meat from the baggie and tossed it over the fence, careful to wipe his hands on his pants before lighting a cigarette.
stealth
At cockcrow, he absconded into the shadows. An empty can of spray paint rattled down the alley, red still oozing from the nozzle.
backlit
With a pop and a hiss the flames took and he gasped, transfixed. He should be running over the field but his feet froze in the ground and his eyes blurred in the glare. They'll be coming soon, he knew, to find me here with charred fingers, warming in the glow of my masterpiece. He lit a cigarette and waited. So hot.
wrapped
darling, The party was a dud and ended early. I've gone to bed without a wit of strength left. It's sad to imagine I'm not as popular as I'd like to think. Still, the left over spread is in the fridge covered in foil. Eat all you want and join me upstairs. I'll need a back rub in the morning. yours
steady
I expected more from a drummer. But in the morning he vanished and the fog rolled in.
decompose
Anita tries a Fire Ball crinkle. crinkle. pop. hmmm. hmmm.hmmm.. oh. ooh. ooh. ooooh. ow. ow. hot. ooow. oomowow. owhmmm. ooh. ooh. aah. hmmm. crunch. hmmmm. oh yeah.
montage
Sergei slipped his arm around her back and led her to the darkened editing chamber. The smell of his skin, all manly spice and musk, flirted in her nose. She felt her spine quiver and moistened her lips which suddenly felt dry. He leaned in closer to reach for the door. Her heart quickened as she inhaled again. Spice and musk. Tobacco, vodka and sweat. She fainted at his feet.
collage
I can taste the salt in my wounds and I wash my toes in the waves crashed against the boat sending me to pieces of bullet fragments of a disturbed mind over matter of taste It's delicious. So rich and so sweet.
antithesis
Felicity sank into the tub of water. Fireworks exploded as she plunged the razor into her arm. So beautiful. The colors.
manhattan
She reached and grabbed and poured and shook and he watched. A drop of red juice trickling down her arm.
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