James had been eager for the season to start. He had been shooting and dribbling every chance he could. And he had loved it. He had not believe it when his coach told him that he would really improve when he started to love to practice. He thought it was just a way to get him and his teammates to work hard in the off-season. But it was astonishing. The more he loved practice, the better he shot. The better he dribbled, the more he loved practice. His stats showed the results all season. Then, there were only a few seconds left in a crucial tie game, and Coach wanted James to take the last shot. His teammate passed him the ball in the corner, his favorite spot. Five seconds. He squared up. Four. Just like in practice. Three. He took the shot. Swish. Three points! The buzzer sounded. The student body roared as they jumped from the stands to engulf James. Love practice? Every minute.

He stares wildly with eyes transfixed upon the flame as the match is lit. His pyromania needs being fulfilled as he throws the match upon the dried leaves in the middle of the forest. He watches and his lips twist up in a wicked smile as the flames engulf the dried up piles of leaves in the middle of the clearing. He walks closer to his creation watching the flames begin to fly in the sky. It is an asstounding sight that fills his soul with the same heat as the fire provides to the surrounding area. He pulls his phone out and starts snapping photos. He walks around as if the flames are are posing for him modeling their exotic wares. He is eager to capture this moment like a souvenier you might get from a roller coaster ride with the same adrenaline rush. It is time to leave but this memory will be with him for the rest of his life like the pictures.

Silvia is engulfed in an avalanche of rainbow water, one of many ingredients for the Rainbow and Arrow Planet. she pulled out her jar, eager to use this astonishing liquid and once all the ingredients she needs were found, turn it into an simmlarly astonishing planet. How she got the book, she doesn’t remember, She thinks she got it from her cat who mixes life and death, wispers and voices. Different elements, simple but distorted. Silvia could get a glimpse into the distorted lens. Silvia’s lifeline is connected to the worlds lifeline but she doesn’t know.

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This just in! In an an astonishing act of nature and revenge, the south-pacific ocean has begun engulfing entire countries at a time! Licking at the shores like a bored kid in a barber shop, wave after wave decimates homes and farms. Entire towns are defenceless against the cruel and eager hands of Mother Nature!

Cara reached for her headphones worth an eager expression. She had been waiting all day to be able to lose herself in the music. Last year, in tenth grade, the teachers allowed students to listen to music, but the new principal had outlawed the popular rule. From the first chord, Cara found herself smiling as the noise engulfed her senses. The power that the music had over the girl was astonishing, but she couldn’t help but love it.

- ten lines is not a lot, I’m sorry if this sucks -

I’d like to say that I was eager to start the new semester, but the truth is that there is always a lot of trepidation that surrounds new beginnings. Even when one is a veteran teacher (and I was getting close to that point now) there is a cloud of anxiety that engulfs the individual. I think it is because teaching is based so much on relationships, and each semester rips old relationships apart and creates new ones in a way that I’m not sure any other profession does.

I eyed my new group of students as they entered the room. This class was a grade 10 one, so the students were a bit nervous. It is astonishing how quickly those nerves wear off, but the initial nerves are something that a teacher can capitalize on. That is, when the nerves are not getting to the teacher too. I took a slow sip of coffee and glanced down at my roster. Most of the names I am sure I will be able to read, but there are a couple there that make me nervous.

(Well, that’s my line count…I got the three words in, but the story is far from complete!)

Looking into the eye of the orange horizon, I melt into my thoughts. The passion that once drove me to this secluded alcove has shifted. When I was engulfed with a need to be desired, nothing could stand in my way. Men were eager to throw themselves at my feet. The last night of their lives spent in a euphoric high. Electricity tingles my skin as I recollect. The switch from lust to raw fear in learning you’ve been lured into a trap. Astonished they could be bested. The revenge was as sweet as this sorbet sunset.

They were all so eager to get to the edge of the cliff, trampling over each other, rolling and tumbling their way to their doom. It was astonishing to watch them do it, to see not one of their little bodies straggling behind. Every last one pushed forward to be the first, or one of the first, to go tumbling into the violently churning waves a hundred feet below. And why? To what end? They have no religion, no god to please with the needless sacrifice of their bodies on the waves. What called to them so loud and clear that they all came running at the same time, so enthusiastic to die? Or maybe they didn’t know that’s what awaited them at the end of their run. To be engulfed by the jaws of the ocean and borne away forever.

It’s Firework Day, the town is eager Each year hoping Klauss will ignite the Volcano Fountain.

And once again, astonishing sparks and trails will fly across the square, and we will reach upwards, towards the fire lanterns.

No-one will mourn, the grief that engulfed us will dissolve And Klauss will climb down from the church tower As the bells in his head ring out once more

My mother would tell me stories of what was in the dark, about strange creatures, and the power which the dark had. I was eager to find this power, I wanted to see it, just like my mother had. I ran to my room and turned out the light, I closed my curtains so I was engulfed in the darkness. I sat on my bed and grabbed my quilt, wrapping myself in the warm, soft blanket that my mother had made me years before. I watched intently, waiting to see the power the darkness had, then I found it, I saw the darkness pulsing in and out, it was as if it was moving, but darkness can’t move. It was an astonishing sight to see, the darkness moving as if it were alive. I had finally seen the power my mom told me about, the power I had dreamed about seeing for years, was finally in front of me.