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The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes...
Use this sentence as the opening or closing line of a story.
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Everything looked new and fresh. Like a traveler wandering in a new place. Observing, smiling and experiencing new sights, sounds, smells and experiences.
She asked herself, “Is this a dream, am I awake”.
A bicycle whizzed by her, quickly she stepped to the side. Gathering her thoughts, “I am not dreaming”. She continued walking. She was tired and thirsty and decided to return home....
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. She looked into a pair of familiar gold flecked green eyes. She took stock of the rest of his features, long auburn hair, a deep scar that cut across his jaw, which was covered in stubble. He was wearing a jade green tunic with Aurelia’s insignia emblazoned across the chest. If it weren’t for his eyes she’d consider him...
THE SPELL BROKE and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes. Her eyes widen in terror, lips urging to scream, and feet ready to run for the door. She wishes to leave but she can’t! Not in this red floorlength dress she had to haul her closet for and not in this luxurious candlelit dinner that her Tinder date will be paying for! “Is there something wrong, Jane?” The man across the...
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes.
Like the sluggish familiar feeling of waking up from a deep dream. She was lost for just a moment, her memories soon rushing back like a raging current.
Then she remembered.
And then came the pain.
The pain of what has passed, of what she had lost, and who she must now become.
Could she do it? Live with the memori...
My imagination consumes me
Ever drowned
Flying to the sun?
Cause I wasn’t even given that.
Music echos
In the chamber you call my brain
Yet
I only see a mask.
Empty swirls
Leading to the sea of my soul
Listlessly rocking
The pain my pearls,
I’ve wasted centuries away
Crumbling chamber
Of xylophone ribs
And a piano heart
But this tune I play
Feels irregular,
Fluttering.
Let my soul out
I’m so mel...
“What do you know of dungeon innards?” The dwarf spat onto the grass next to his cart.
“Only tales Naz. I have no desire to find out first hand.”
“Typical elf.”
“Typical dwarf.”
Nahar laughed. A deep guffaw that made his beard tremble. Most conversations flirting on accusation ended up this way. It was their bond. Laughing was scarce since the gates at Ang Cahir opened to breathe creep...
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes.
The storm clouds draped over the afternoon when Sally arrived at the mansion. As she entered the mansion, the cats scampered to the basement. She realized something wasn’t right.
Next thing Sally knew, she fell into a daze and collapsed on the floor. That’s the last Sally remembered. She woke up on a couch.
Ra...
Note: This was a story that me and my friend wrote years ago. Hope you enjoy!
With another tremendous yawn, she lay down wrapping the overcoat around her as a blanket. Her body relaxed slightly. Amidst the pangs of hunger and stabs of ache, sleep finally took over.
The spell broke, and just like that, she could see everything with fresh eyes.
The harsh rays of sun broke her dreamless slumber. ...
They say May is a robot. I say otherwise. May is different, not programmed. She does everything right, and in an orderly fashion. She also doesn’t talk, like, ever. And no one talks to her.
I slide in to the chair opposite the gracefully tall girl with sheets of silver for hair and emeralds for eyes and place my cellophane wrapped sandwich down in front of me. “Hey, May.” I try but she doesn’t lo...
It took a few days, but Sydney finally managed to put the clean laundry away; she hoped Todd would be pleased. He didn’t have much praise for her lately, but in his defense, she hadn’t been doing much to deserve it. She slept too long, ate too much, and devoted too much time to Facebook.
This was her biggest mistake of all: Facebook. Todd hate it more than anything, and said it filled her mind w...
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