| my calling lies in the world of art, the one true thing that can ever make me feel better. this is my heart, my soul, my everything. its my dreams, my spirit, my goals. art is me. |


in the jungleThe brazen doctor's senses buzzed with a latent fear as he crept through the thick Amazonian growth. There was something very wrong, but he couldn't quite place it. He was here looking for a cure for a mysterious illness that was sweeping through his home country. Something told him he would find it in the mysterious depths of the jungle. A twig snapped beneath his foot, and a bird flew loudly in an exodus from its nest, startling him. "What's wrong, sir?" one of his accomplices asked. "Nothing," he replied. He didn't need anyone thinking he was weak. For the next few minutes, the small group of men walked in silence.in the jungle


the deadliest sinLike a monster crawling out of a hole, she is drawn to the light. Her hungry eyes devour what she sees as she wrestles with jealousy; she is a deadly sin.the deadliest sin
Through her broken skin she bleeds out her heart with words that make no sense, yet fuse perfectly; she is hungry for inspiration.
Her lips whisper the silhouettes of her thoughts. She screams in silence, wishing that someone would ask why. She sees smoke drift across her vision; she is invisible.
The harsh flavor of salt burns in her
| my calling lies in the world of art, the one true thing that can ever make me feel better. this is my heart, my soul, my everything. its my dreams, my spirit, my goals. art is me. |
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007. heavenThe first thing he noticed was the return of feeling his long-deadened legs, and a sort of dulling of the same everywhere else. He took a moment to identify the difference, and was rather proud of his intellect when he determined that it was a balance of feeling, not directly a gain or loss of it, that caused this unfamiliar sensation. He knew without experimenting that he would be able to stand, and his confidence in this knowledge made him comfortable enough to remain sitting. He focused his efforts now on determining his location.007. heaven
He was sitting on a rather majestic chair - almost throne-like if it came right down to it. His e


009. memory"Hello, Mrs. Windsor, how are we feeling today?"009. memory
"Oh, hello dear," the aforementioned woman responded to the nurse in the crisp white smock. Her voice was weak and raspy; it seemed, unsurprisingly, that the quality of her voice was directly correlated to the quality of her health, both of which seemed to be deteriorating more quickly the more days progressed. The nurse braced herself for a long day. "I'm fine, dear, how are you?"
Nurse Anna knew that the elder woman wasn't lying, simply being polite; her manners were something that Anna greatly respected. "I'm not too bad, thank you. Come on now, it's time to take y
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