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root
I stood rooted to the ground. I couldn't move. Fear overwhelmed me and no thoughts came. I knew this was going to be the end--the the final chapter of my life was coming to a close. My captor slowly stepped forward, knowing that I wouldn't run. He raised his gun so that I was looking straight down the barrel. I closed my eyes.
swept
She anxiously swept the floor, waiting. It was all she could do to keep the fidgeting to a minimum. This was the day--the day that she had been waiting for for years. The day when World War II would finally end. The door opened and she looked up, her piercing blue eyes anticipating the visitor. A man, tall and strong, walked in, dressed in his uniform. Pure joy enveloped her, and she ran over to greet her husband. With much enthusiasm, she leaped into his arms and kissed him with all her might. They were together again--two pieces of a whole that would forever be melded to each other.
microphone
My sweaty hands closed themselves around the sleek, cold microphone. This was the moment of truth--the culmination of months and months of hard work. Regardless of how prepared I was, I was still nervous as hell. In a last-stitch effort to calm myself, I took a deep breath. Then, I opened my mouth and sang.
needle
The needle pierced my skin. At this point, I didn't even flinch anymore. It was a daily occurrence, and essential part of my lift now, and I could do nothing to change it. After the first time, my life changed--the way I viewed it, what I deemed important--everything. It's amazing what a simple liquid can do. Heroin was my life now, and my existence on this earth depended solely on it's existence within my veins.
revolt
The fire had burned half of city the to the ground. I stood there, in the scorching heat, watching as wall turned to ember and buildings crashed down on one another. I was bruised, beaten, and sore, but nothing could overcome the powerful sensation of accomplishment that had washed over me. It had been years in the making--the oppression, the rebellion, the secrecy. This was the end–-we had finally done it.
revolt
The fire had burned half of the to the ground. I stood there, in the scorching heat, watching as wall turned to ember and buildings crashed down on one another. I was bruised, beaten, and sore, but nothing could overcome the powerful sensation of accomplishment that had washed over me. This was the end--we had done it.
coward
She huddled underneath the table, the only meager protection the room had to offer her. The door slammed open. "Come out, you coward!" a deep voice boomed. Almost against her will, she crawled out from underneath the table and muttered, "I'm not a coward." But before she even had time to react, the man struck her across the face. Her cheek grew red hot, and everything went black.