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mayamaiaTrying to think of something to write. I can feel the writing itch, but I don't know where it'll go.
Here we go - Snapshots.
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She sighed and took off the headphones, then her glasses, then removed her hair ties and rubbed at her temples. She had been sitting there, listening to the tape for an hour, trying to pick one more piece of information from what seemed more and more like simple noise.
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She had been leaning on the wall, picturing the intricate steps of the dance, the free feeling of being spun and the safe feeling of being caught. It didn't matter that nobody asked her out to the floor: there in her mind she could see and feel the waltz as if she were there.
And then she opened her eyes and he was looking right at her, with a slight nervous smile.
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He didn't even know why he was running. Surely nothing he could do would get him away from the massive funnel dropping out of the mad sky. But to his amazement the winds grabbed at him without carrying him away, and as he watched first the front door, then a tire, then his bewildered goldfish swept past his eyes and away.
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She was smiling as she looked at him. He could see her eyes were full of adoration as he worked up the nerve to say the words.
"I don't think I love you."
And the smile faded into desperation as she tried to tell herself he hadn't said it. His pulse beat loudly in his ears as he waited for her to say something, anything.
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The moment was right. The sun was bright at her back and the wind was plucking at her wings. The world was spread out before her.
And then, she took off and the world was hers.
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He took her hand and kissed it. She blushed madly and tried desperately to remember what name he'd given, but all reasonable thought had fled. She was supposed to have more dignity than this.
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He tried to stop glancing over at her, but there she was, right next to him. A perfect, beautiful woman and she was kicking ASS at Counterstrike. He wondered if she'd be as scary in person if he tried to talk to her.
Oh God, he hoped she was.
This one brought to you in the worst of taste, courtesy of a guy and girl on the computers in front of me
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More later, perhaps.
Here we go - Snapshots.
*************
She sighed and took off the headphones, then her glasses, then removed her hair ties and rubbed at her temples. She had been sitting there, listening to the tape for an hour, trying to pick one more piece of information from what seemed more and more like simple noise.
*************
She had been leaning on the wall, picturing the intricate steps of the dance, the free feeling of being spun and the safe feeling of being caught. It didn't matter that nobody asked her out to the floor: there in her mind she could see and feel the waltz as if she were there.
And then she opened her eyes and he was looking right at her, with a slight nervous smile.
*************
He didn't even know why he was running. Surely nothing he could do would get him away from the massive funnel dropping out of the mad sky. But to his amazement the winds grabbed at him without carrying him away, and as he watched first the front door, then a tire, then his bewildered goldfish swept past his eyes and away.
*************
She was smiling as she looked at him. He could see her eyes were full of adoration as he worked up the nerve to say the words.
"I don't think I love you."
And the smile faded into desperation as she tried to tell herself he hadn't said it. His pulse beat loudly in his ears as he waited for her to say something, anything.
*************
The moment was right. The sun was bright at her back and the wind was plucking at her wings. The world was spread out before her.
And then, she took off and the world was hers.
*************
He took her hand and kissed it. She blushed madly and tried desperately to remember what name he'd given, but all reasonable thought had fled. She was supposed to have more dignity than this.
*************
He tried to stop glancing over at her, but there she was, right next to him. A perfect, beautiful woman and she was kicking ASS at Counterstrike. He wondered if she'd be as scary in person if he tried to talk to her.
Oh God, he hoped she was.
This one brought to you in the worst of taste, courtesy of a guy and girl on the computers in front of me
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More later, perhaps.
