Six-a-Days

Fewer words than one might think can be descriptive, set a scene, tell a story. This blog is dedicated to my attempt to write daily.

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Go forward knowing it gets worse.

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Take that all you peridot haters!

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Peeing nocturnally still provides no privacy.

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Teeth scrapped against the whitewashed antler.

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Backseats are a cleverly disguised trap.

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Leash off, cigarette smoke, numb inside.

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Bubbling emotions cause the worst storms.

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Tight grip.

Elbows in.

Bad swing.

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Excitement scratched his skin from inside.

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Their proximity is slowly destroying me. 

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His cracking glamour brought on panic.

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Her skin turned ashy. "Time's up!"

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Her neighbors buzzed while she plotted. 

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Time was unkind to the substation.  

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Tommy crept from the strangers closet. 

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The shield cracked under the ax.

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"That heart is poisonous you know."