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Writing Exercise 2, CompleteThe bottle shook, rattling. Pills fell against each other in the tremors, clicking on the orange-golden plastic of the container. Their name was written on the label. Shaking white hands fussed with the top, tugging, pressing, twisting. It opened with a jerk, contents spilling out onto the tile floor of the bathroom.
In the dark, the only light came from the street lamp outside, barely glowing orange through the window. The boy sat still, gray eyes darting haltingly to each caplet as he counted, lips barely moving as he mouthed the numbers. Seven, Five, Nine, Ten--
Shaggy black hair fell in front of him as he shifted onto his knees, the rest of the pills clattering down as he dropped the container and supported his weight on his hands. Twelve, Four, Nineteen--
He took a pill between his thumb and forefinger, raising it up to his mouth to push it against his tongue. He crunched down on it. One. He re
Writing Exercise 1It fell the way many things fell from that world- as a strike of lightning to the earth. A tree split down the middle, falling apart in a blaze of terrible beauty, framing the figure with orange light. It stood on unsure legs, knees buckling with a desire to give, body twitching from crackles of electricity winding around it.
Water flooded down from the black clouds in the sky, hissing in the flames and drenching the soldier clad in white. The simple tunic hugged her meager frame like a lover, rippling in liquid-like manners both thick and fluid. Her boot covered feet tottered forward in the mud, sticking and peeling, sinking and sliding. She tumbled like a marionette with its strings cut, face splashing in filth on the ground as strands of snowy hair were clumped together by the muck.
Her hands sunk into the sludge as she rose, mouth hanging slightly open as she softly, slowly panted. Droplets beaded and fell from her n
End Chapter with Richard"Richard!" Damascus cried happily, all traces of the cold face gone. He was alight, pulling the adorable boy into his arms, nuzzling his cheek.. Richard squirmed uncomfortably, his wheat blond hair inherited from his mother, the same with his small form, large round eyes, and soft pink lips. Hudson snarled and pulled Richard away from their father possessively, earning a pout from the man before he reached to take him back. Hudson stood, pushing Richard onto the chair behind him, and Damascus scowled up at Hudson. "Richard, get out of the way," he demanded.
"For the last time- I'M HUDSON," the dark one growled. Turning around, he glared at Richard. "What are you doing here anyway, fairy-pants?" Richard scowled up at his other and said, "You can't just bring me to some place I don't know in Europe and leave me so you can go drinking! I followed you, you jackass. Now take me home." "Richard, give daddy a hug--"
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