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9. Drive   I have to drive. I just need to get in the car and drive.

 Some people say I run from my problems. They are mistaken, I drive. The feel of the wheel, the rushing lights of other cars, the sights and sounds.

 Tonight is one of the nights that I'm craving it. After everything that had happened this week, I had to drive away. I had to get away from life. The leather seats felt cool on my back, and the turning of the key set my pulse racing. I longed to get on the freeway, and just have a release.

 The racing thoughts inside my head are beginning to organize themselves. My emotions are starting to calm and become dormant. My clammy hands
75. Mirror   The man on the television made him sick. He had murdered 7 people, and was now blaming insanity for his own stupid actions. To an upstanding citizen like himself, this man was scum, filth, dirt. He felt so bad for the man defending him. The defender didn't have a chance in hell. He supposed that meant he was commendatory, but he didn't believe in lost causes.

 Maybe he had been a good citizen, but his brother was the exact opposite. The man on the television reminds him of his brother and the terror he caused against his family. He remembered his battered mother, his father's drug problem, his brother in the gangs.

 It seemed a miracle
11. Memory   Flames. The floor is burning, the walls are burning. All I see are photos, memories, life, curling into black crisps and dissolving by my feet. I should get out of here.

 No firefighters will come to rescue me. They are probably outside, with everyone else, shrieking with joy, torches in hand. I clutch the old black book to my chest and make my way towards the back door. I cannot go out front. I do not check for my parents. With bitter happiness, I realize they are dead. They are safe from the jeering neighbors hell-bent on death.

 Smoke clouds my vision, burning my eyes, and making them water. I cannot see anymore, I simply run, faster
31. Flowers   Why was it that women all loved flowers? It was one of the things he just couldn't understand. Every time there was a holiday, birthday, or anniversary, they always wanted flowers. How could anyone like them? They looked nice for a few days, and then they withered away, slowly dying in a disturbing gasp of color and smell. They were inconstant. Why would women love things that reminded him of death?

 Yet still, every holiday he'd go back to the grocery store floral shop and purchase roses, daffodils, daisies, anything that would satisfy the women in his life.
Walter, the man who ran the shop had begun to recognize him, and it was slightl
40. Rated   Charlotte was a pretty girl. She tried to tell people that she wasn't, but it never worked out. She hated the feeling she would get when men viewed her. She saw the desire in their eyes, and it sickened her.

 Why was her body something that others could judge? It made her feel wrong, as if she didn't own herself. Why would someone do this to her? She had tried everything. It never worked. She thought cutting herself would be the answer; a marred body was not beautiful. It didn't work either.

 In fact, she had gone through life in a fog of depression. Charlotte thought it would never end, until she met him. Finally, there was someone who

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18. Rainbow

by ~TheSylverCat

  Thank God for the little things. The world seemed so busy lately, and Tonia's mind was spinning. With the work at the community service picking up, she was stressed out. Her hair was frizzy, her face was unmade, and her clothes were wrinkled. As she pulled into the drive way of her suburban household, she hung up her black coat.

  Putting her head in her hands, she ripped open her briefcase. She started to scribble with a ball piont pen. Her shuffling of papers drowned out all of the other sounds outside. She still couldn't focus. Tonia grabbed the papers again and rushed up the stairs to her desk. Why did people have to file everything? It was such an asinine task.

  The alarm rang which meant she must have been late for something. Damn. She realized the board meeting was tonight. A groan escaped her lips as her head fell to the desk. Thought there was no way in hell she was going, she had to make dinner. At least Eamon would be home soon.

  Tonia struggled to keep from falling asleep on the kitchen counter. As she was cleaning up her random culinary messes, she heard the garage door open. Grateful for the help she would soon be receiving, she sat down at the kitchen table.

  Eamon came in the front door with a large smile on his face.

  "What are you so happy about?" Tonia snorted.

  "I'll show you," He grinned, loosening his tie. He took her hand, and lead her to the couch next to the window. "Look outside,"

  She looked out the window, and was surprised to see a beautiful rainbow, painted in the sky. She had been so busy lately, she didn't even notice.

  As he draped her arm around her shoulder, she kissed his cheek. "Thank God for rainbows." She muttered, leaning her head on his shoulder.

  The two sat back, enjoying the little things in life.
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There Tori, is that fluffy enough for you?! Cuz it can get fluffier, oh it can definetly get fluffier.... :P
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36. Precious Treasure   From the time she was only 10 years old, having grown old of the baby dolls and Easy Bake Ovens, she knew she wanted children. Not right this second of course, especially because she didn't even really know how a baby was made, but later.

 As she grew and aged, she began to experience more and more. From her first kiss behind the bleachers, her sophomore year of high school, to her experiments with her hair. And though she changed so much, both physically and emotionally, the one want she had as a ten year old lingered on.

 It took until her senior year of college for the feeling to go. When she started to see the bad in life. She saw t36. Precious Treasure by ~TheSylverCat
18. Rainbow   Thank God for the little things. The world seemed so busy lately, and Tonia's mind was spinning. With the work at the community service picking up, she was stressed out. Her hair was frizzy, her face was unmade, and her clothes were wrinkled. As she pulled into the drive way of her suburban household, she hung up her black coat.

 Putting her head in her hands, she ripped open her briefcase. She started to scribble with a ball piont pen. Her shuffling of papers drowned out all of the other sounds outside. She still couldn't focus. Tonia grabbed the papers again and rushed up the stairs to her desk. Why did people have to file everything? I18. Rainbow by ~TheSylverCat
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53. Keeping a Secret   I will keep your secret. I will stay quiet while you blabber on. I will listen when no one else will. I will keep your secret.

 Who will listen to me? I am a shadow. I am the wind. No one will listen to me. I am alone. I am hidden. I will keep your secret.

 Where am I? I am not by your side. I am not above you. I am not below you. I am inside of you. I am your mind. They'll call you crazy, but I will keep your secret.

 Don't speak to me out loud. They will hear you. They will put you away. They will find a way to get rid of me. They will kill me. If I'm dead I can't keep your secret.

 Please don't think me evil. I am not here to kil53. Keeping a Secret by ~TheSylverCat
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