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My brain stutters for a moment and my eyes take in more light than I expected, every part of me goes on pause while my thoughts catch up. After a wash of cold I step from the shadows, feeling a new warmth to the day. I place one hand on Caleb's shoulder, "It'll be okay, it will."

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One time when I was in a blind in a tree, waiting motionless for game to wonder by, I dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.

That's how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the name bounces around inside my skull.

By hiccup, April 25, 2012.

Found in The Hunger Games, authored by Suzanne Collins.

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Last night I was too stormy to cuddle Darwin. I regretted making him cry as soon as the words had leapt from my lips but the anger lingered regardless; not at him, but at the loss of resources. I didn't get to see Carlos last night but I left the bounty with an underling on the edges of their camp. It's not a dangerous thing to do unless you're double crossing them. An almighty wallop on the door makes me jump. That never happens. No-one comes here. Then it hits me, he never got the goods. I'm so stupid. That little shit gorged himself on pudding and pocketed the aspirin. Now Carlos won't take less than everything we have, this place is about to light the skyline with flame. I have no choice but to open the door, respect is everything to these people. It is Carlos. He almost smiles. I never took him for a psycho and I'm rarely wrong, but my blood runs cold. Then his face cracks in two and he hands over a cooked leg of ham. "For your 'servant'" he says. Then he is gone and I'm shaking.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 29, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.

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...she found she couldn't fit the key in the lock. Her fingers were jumping rhythmically, as if in spasm...And then her legs gently folded ans she subsided slowly on the step, ungainly as a marionette...Her bowels suddenly churned. Oh God, she prayed, don't let that happen, not now...she still lay there fighting the terrible loosening of her bowels, the need to vomit.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, May 7, 2012.

Found in A Taste for Death, authored by P. D. James.

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Beverly Cadwallader was sitting at the table. She was white as chalk. Her eyes and her mouth were frozen wide open in an expression of stunned surprise, and although she was staring straight at Dad she appeared not to notice him at all.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, April 19, 2012.

Found in The Cockroach War, authored by Jonathan Harlen.

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Simon arrives unannounced and my heart leaps to see his blue mini. He's rarely impulsive. This means a new great idea, perhaps an album theme or new tour. Then we can ditch Jade and head off, already I'm tingling but I have to be casual. I refrain from answering the door for the count of ten after the bell has rung, then I open it wide with a genuine smile. He grins back and I can feel the excitement radiating out from him stronger than a hundred watt bulb. That's why I love him. Pure energy. Who needs prozac when you've got Simon? His eyebrows raise and he starts to speak more animatedly than he has in years, since we were kids in high-school. But all I pick out from the jumble of words is "Jade," "marry" and "yes." He's literally bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet like a giddy child and rubbing his hands but my brain has stopped working like some sort of emergency shut down. There is zero thinking going on in my head. I can't even operate on a level of fake congratulations

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 28, 2014.
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Mac's face fell faster than a corpse in cement boots. In that instant his skin became greyed, his mouth hung with lips slightly parted and his eyes were as wide as they could stretch. There wasn't even a point in reaching for his gun. There must have been eight well armed assailants at the very least. He had nothing to protect him but empty words and his badge. They had always been good enough up until now but somehow he didn't think it was going to work this time. He glanced nervously at his car, if they didn't know the vials were in the trunk he might be able to deal - unless Gregor had died already - then all bets were off.

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Leapt in the air as if a firecracker had gone off, shrieked, wild eyed, bewildered, hands over mouth, nostrils flaring, blood drained from face, mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish with no sound coming out, still as a statue, ridged as a board, face stuck in an incredulous expression, unblinking stare, shaking head in disbelief, sent reeling backwards, brain desperately scrambling to make sense of it all, rendered speechless, temporarily incapacitated, stood as if paralysed from the neck up, gibbering nonsense, unable to comprehend what had just occurred, stood as gormless as a guppy.

By angela, March 14, 2012.
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The young man before Jayda had a sort of hen-pecked look. His shoulders hunched together like he was trying to disappear inside himself. Even his dark eyes seemed to be attempting to retreat inside his head. She guessed at european heritage, mediterranean most likely. It was her job to welcome the guests and so she made towards him with an outstretched hand and the kind of smile she usually reserved for her best friend. He startled like a deer in the woods, almost toppling as he took a large step backwards. He brushed imaginary dirt from his dress-shirt and pants and let his face fall with gravity again. Jayda stepped aside while he slunk past not looking left or right.