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sought
With a life of it's own the blade sought out to sever the chains of her armour. Red Sonja stood topless, regretting her armour choice yet again.
huddled
My father had a barn he didn't use for anything but storing old cars he swore we'd fix up. One winter, one of the worst, I found something behind it I should was just a loose pile of snow. It wasn't until it started to move, and breath, that I noticed the stark white of the pile was fur bodies all huddled together for warmth.
fleet
Among the pool of blinking stars, where the dark drink of the galaxy expanded out into all directions, there was a constellation that did not stay still. From behind the window of her own ship, Shehish could see just what it was: an approaching fleet of Perial ships like a stampeding herd.
station
It's where I go in anticipation of seeing you. It's where I go in the woe of leaving you. I use it light a bridge connecting my life to yours. It represents all the times we've tried to run away, and all the times I failed to get away.
determined
Weak legs twitch with the weight of the small kittens body, but still it forces itself up and along.
strength
To fight when no one will fight with you, to find the beauty in what others shun, to understand yourself when you are afraid of what you'll find to know if something is better, even when it's not easier. I hold inside me the ability to be strong. But do I have the strength to be?
woven
We are interwoven like the fabrics of my mothers blanket. Our lives twirl into each other, and our fates tug and pull. My heart is connected to yours, as our fingers are interwoven together.
bench
I sit feeling the bench's ends against the back of my calfs, my cane tapping around the ground below me. I can't see the park, I can't even see my own hands, but I can feel the cool texture of the bench under me. Something chirps and I feel the flutter of wings, this must of been a common place to feed birds. I wonder where the feeder is now...