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jelly
Jelly fish are terrifying but beautiful creatures. Neve sank into the water, the blackness growing and consuming. The incandescent creatures glowed like sunset clouds, wafting up from the deep. She was petrified and mesmerized at the same time. Oh God, she thought, death could look not only beautiful, but pretty.
lean
She bent over the balcony railing, her body like a long, svelte line. He watched her from his balcony which was two stories above hers. Her long cascade of golden hair and her lean limbs were Fae-like, and he imagined everything she did she looked like she was dancing, and she did it with supple grace. She was emptying a chamber pot and didn't see him. The servant girl went back inside the castle walls, attending to her chores.
relatives
My relatives are coming to get me, but I've never met them. Strange how a family is formed, and there are always secrets always quirks and you think your family is the weirdest. Apparently my father isn't my real father, apparently my mother had an affair and that's why everyone always commented how I didn't look like my siblings, how my mother stopped looking at me with pride...and instead, guilt. (Note: this is not actually the case with my family, this is made up)
basement
In the basement she stood looking up at the staircase. It smelled moldy down here and she didn't like the dank sounds the shadows made. She knew they weren't going to simply let her get out of here but why the challenge had to be so cliche she didn't understand. She had never been one of the kids that were afraid of the dark basement, because her bedroom had been in the basement and what had truly been frightening was what was upstairs: her parents.
furnace
Keep going! Keep going! Master Swordsman yelled. His fires were almost tall enough to fuel his next greatest weapon. He turned and faced his great masterpiece: a juggernaut, as tall as ten men, nearly overflowing with flame and menace. It would not be long now.
spider
The web is falling down, silken upon my head. This is your crown, the forest god tells me, and you would do well to learn how to use it. What I didn't know then was that with each strand I could spread myself outward. The expanding web represented my new ability to see everything and into everything around me. It was not beautiful, it was terrible and I could do nothing about it.