... familiar to me. Strangers with cuts and bruises were lying on beds, still asleep. Most of them looked like as if they were sleeping in death's cold arms, with their robes covered in blood. Then it started to click in my head. I'm in a hospital. But the funny thing is, I don't remember walking into a hospital and telling a nurse there was something wrong with me. Added on to ... that, I don't even remember where I was and what I did last night or what happened in the past few days. I can feel my mind working and tinkering ... , trying to fill in the holes, but nothing seems to be popping...

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What a piece of junk! As I stand outside of my house on a cold February morning, I stare at my truck, a1992 Ford Explorer which looks like a big teal box with not a hint of a curve or a rounded surface except for the wheels. The antenna juts ... my truck, my eyes fill with anger as I watch the oil drip, slowly like molasses. It oozes out from underneath the truck like blood. At this point, I don't care if I"m late for school, as long as I get there in one piece. I jump into the truck, sit down on the torn, stiff cloth seat and look at the dull interior that is abound ... (This is a regular ...

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... trembled with complete and utter terror; her clothes and sheets were soaked with sweat. The dream had been so real she could still feel the stinging cold from the man's touch, her nostrils still consumed by the odor. Just then she heard a clamor of footsteps racing towards the bedroom. Her muscles stiffened ... have been managed over the phone. "I can't believe how stupid I am!" he scolded himself. He had never been so scared for someone in his entire life. The hallway grew cold, and Toby hugged himself absently, still pacing, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a shadow s...

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... trembled with complete and utter terror; her clothes and duvet were soaked with sweat. The dream had been so real; she could still feel the stinging cold from the man's touch, her nostrils still consumed by the odor. Just then she heard a clamor of footsteps racing towards the bedroom, her muscles stiffened ... have been managed over the phone. "I can't believe how stupid I am!" he scolded himself, he had never been so scared for someone in his entire life. The hallway grew cold, Jake hugged himself absently, still pacing , the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as a shadow swept...

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... fold. And the saints we see are all made of gold. When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail, are the worst of all and the blood's run stale. " Cold days symbolize sadness and rough times "when your demons are bringing you down. "The cards all fold " metaphorically, life has its hard times where things don't ... layers of a person at first glance, but only after looking more deeply. Lastly with the bridge, "They say it's what you make, I say it's up to fate. It's woven in my soul; I need to let you go. Your eyes, they shine so bright, I want to save their light. I can't escape this ...

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... a paralyzing fear of big dogs for most of my life. Unfortunately, a few years later, I had another encounter with the same vicious dog. It was a cold wintery afternoon so, my sister and I decided, we should race home after school. She had on her favorite winter attire, a big brown Eskimo jacket, which ... I visited my friends, they would assure me their dogs were gentle and friendly, but I was still scared. I often would climb to the highest point in the house (usually kitchen counter kept me safe), to get away from their dogs. My reactions encouraged the dogs; they saw this as a game an...

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Tuna Fishing It was a lonely four o"clock morning on the docks of Saquatucket Harbor in Harwich, Massachusetts. The fishing boats gave off an aroma of blood and guts. The sailboats chattered among themselves as their masts clanged in the breeze. The air was cold and damp, and the fog was as thick as a milkshake. The roar of a ... came back to the boat. He powered the radio and listened to the marine forecast for the day. As Rich did that, Mark and Steve, both traveling in the same green truck splashed with mud, showed up with the weekend's supply of food, drinks, and toiletries. They, too, un...

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... of shadow clawed silently around the room, a bare wooden tomb with only a small tattered sofa and two chairs to show any sign of occupancy. Cold. Dank. The strong stale stench of mold and urine claimed the air. The flickering of the light swept through the rotted, cracked floor, trailing ... nothing more than roaches to take pity upon him. The boy sat up, wincing with every move; he spit out the salty taste that filled his mouth. Blood was nothing new. Beaten and bruised, he slowly rose, glaring at his attacker's sweat-stained T-shirt, all the while thinking that one day, he silently ... ...

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The eerie scratching at the door came to an immediate halt as the slick spear pierced the battered door. A dark red stream of blood seeped through the spear's puncture and made its slow, agonising, descent down the front of the wooden panel. An indescribable feeling sent emotions flying ... trouble, she reloaded the gun and fired an arrow straight through his forehead. His eyes remained open as the stream of dark blood emerged out the hole, slowly running down his face. This time it was certain he was dead. Staring at his dead body lying motionless on the ... porthole. A flash of lightning, ...

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... her face. She started hanging the black wet aprons. She hung them one by one on the thin rope hanging by two cold metal gray posts on opposite ends. It was held in the middle by a large old crooked piece of wood with sharp ends, scratched and weathered like if it had been broken out ... Not that it was necessary; he knew his hands could do the job. Laura's hands were shaking; she opened the locks clumsily and ran out. The night's cold was paralyzing, the chilling pavement beneath her, froze her naked feet. She started running; her legs were tired and felt like she would collapse. All she...

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... night was just perfect for the homecoming proposal. The jumping time was there, Charlie harmed his hand, so he could hold and warm hers. The weather was cold up there. "We are here together, and we are going to end down together, okay?" screamed Charlie. The helicopter wings were making a loud ... Charlie's eyes were bigger than ever, the beauty of that girl, with that dress and that shy smile, made his heart stop for a second, his breath went cold, he could only focus his eyes into hers. Dave just drove over Kim's house and sent a text saying: "I'm here." Ashley, with that flawless ......

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... for a long time because the gentle waves soon overflow the shore and take it into the wide ocean. The vast expanse of the ocean yawns before me in all its mystery, with rolling colors of sable blue and white tipped waves. The waves are drawn to the shore by the warm, gentle breeze. The ... ocean, various shades of red are cast upon the sea. The colors range from blood red to a flamingo pink. The sound of the waves, lapping at the shore plays a virtual symphony for the mind. In the sky above, a seagull is crying in a strident calling, but even this sound is not discordant. The salty wate...

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... for a long time because the gentle waves soon overflow the shore and take it into the wide ocean. The vast expanse of the ocean yawns before me in all its mystery, with rolling colors of sable blue and white tipped waves. The waves are drawn to the shore by the warm, gentle breeze. The ... ocean, various shades of red are cast upon the sea. The colors range from blood red to a flamingo pink. The sound of the waves, lapping at the shore plays a virtual symphony for the mind. In the sky above, a seagull is crying in a strident calling, but even this sound is not discordant. The salty wate...

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... come and go from spontaneous generation to spontaneous combustion. When you"re older, things weigh more on you. On me anyway. Realizing how cold people are, and that even if one can try as hard as they do to make kindness and heart infectious like the black plague...they ... . Music can get just a single idea out and send it, because an unattached thing can be taken in and understood, but when a person with blood heart and a group of thoughts and emotions combined in a certain way tries to express himself/herself as they are, they get rejected because of some other contradicting ... view...

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... great notice to the smirk,comparing it to Jack's but it wasn't anything like Jack's. His was warm, inviting, and loveable. The doctor's was cold and hard and only seemed to make his wide, murky eyes wider. When Dr. Baker seemed to come to the conclusion that Elisabeth hadn't a clue ... apos;Stay here with him.' "But I can't do that," Elisabeth whispered, licking her lips. "What?" Jack asked, scoffing, worry evident in his voice at Elisabeth's strange behavior. And then Elisabeth lunged at him, forcing him onto the ground with a thud. As he landed, his head colliding onto ... and clammy, ...

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... on what seems to be a wall. I put my hands on my face and my head starts to hurt. I feel what seems like dried up blood on my forehead. That must explain why I was passed out. I put my hands in front of me and I feel a zipper attached to something- a backpack? I unzip the backpack and the first thing I feel is a long metal object. It ... walls are a black. I take a closer look, it looks more like a rich red color. I touch the walls; they feel wet and cold. I look and I see blood everywhere. I have to stop as I hear a really loud screeching noise and a wall appears in front of me. In big...

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... forever haunt the newly married couple. As they looked at the image on the sonogram, they saw a lifeless little girl the size of a melon floating in the amniotic fluid. And so it became official. Life was never the same again, she had lost her innocence. From that moment forward, pregnancy was no ... though, especially knowing her husband had to leave for his tour to Afghanistan the next afternoon. She slept in the tub with the cold water running the night before he left, still waking up to a puddle of blood. She had thought for a while, she might die because of how much she was bleeding...

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... point mocking finger towards me. These are the times that a part of me cries out for recognition, for purposely turning away from girls who are seemingly interested in me. I hate my circulatory system that seems to work fanatically to keep my legs from shaking when I approach a beautiful lasso, and cannot help the blush ... enough to be overlooked and I could not imagine showing up all alone without a date. Then I remembered someone who would save my day. I had first met her in the laundry place (well, I've not met her elsewhere yet) and then she took the liberty of dropping a conversa...

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... biatch, disregarding people, completely unmindful of the harm she brings them. Like a spell, though, they never leave her side. One question only kept circling in their minds, "Where on earth did such individual get the supernatural beauty she has?" Despite being an untamed tigress she is, they like her being around. ... from the hard fall, and broken head to unknown directions on the ground tinting it pure red. People in hurry as they glance at the bloodshed wonder of her beauty. Neck twisted; blood flowing from her head. The street froze. Shout of jolt and utter disbelief reverberatin...

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... she read to us before we slept. Soon our heads would nod to dreams and we awoke in our beds, this time, to the scent of a warm breakfast. As the leaves turned on the trees in the orchard, so came a cold fall. My brother and I walked to and from school every day. We were both always ... and fished for tuna on an industrial deep sea boat called the "Starlight Venture". I learned to speak the language quickly, as I was surrounded by these people in every aspect of life. Most also spoke English, and because my English was quite good, I was promoted to an interpreter for the relations with E...

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