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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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When he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't just open his eyes--they pop open with an audible *snap* as he leaps out of bed with a manic grin on his face and tap dances into the kitchen. What's for breakfast? Pancakes with big soft pats of butter and scrambled eggs slathered in mustard. He can't get enough of it. Forty-five seconds in the shower with a big honey scented bar of soap and he's bounding into a brilliant suit and tophat the same color as his personality. He takes a moment to water the sunflowers in his garden that somehow manage to grow year round before stepping out onto the sidewalk. The metal soles of his shoes throw big, fat sparks into the air with every jubilant step as he kicks his way down the street.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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When he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't just open his eyes--they pop open with an audible *snap* as he leaps out of bed with a manic grin on his face and tap dances into the kitchen. What's for breakfast? Pancakes with big soft pats of butter and scrambled eggs slathered in mustard. He can't get enough of it. Forty-five seconds in the shower with a big honey scented bar of soap and he's bounding into a brilliant suit and tophat the same color as his personality. He takes a moment to water the sunflowers in his garden that somehow manage to grow year round before stepping out onto the sidewalk. The metal soles of his shoes throw big, fat sparks into the air with every jubilant step as he kicks his way down the street.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
|
When he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't just open his eyes--they pop open with an audible *snap* as he leaps out of bed with a manic grin on his face and tap dances into the kitchen. What's for breakfast? Pancakes with big soft pats of butter and scrambled eggs slathered in mustard. He can't get enough of it. Forty-five seconds in the shower with a big honey scented bar of soap and he's bounding into a brilliant suit and tophat the same color as his personality. He takes a moment to water the sunflowers in his garden that somehow manage to grow year round before stepping out onto the sidewalk. The metal soles of his shoes throw big, fat sparks into the air with every jubilant step as he kicks his way down the street.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
|
When he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't just open his eyes--they pop open with an audible *snap* as he leaps out of bed with a manic grin on his face and tap dances into the kitchen. What's for breakfast? Pancakes with big soft pats of butter and scrambled eggs slathered in mustard. He can't get enough of it. Forty-five seconds in the shower with a big honey scented bar of soap and he's bounding into a brilliant suit and tophat the same color as his personality. He takes a moment to water the sunflowers in his garden that somehow manage to grow year round before stepping out onto the sidewalk. The metal soles of his shoes throw big, fat sparks into the air with every jubilant step as he kicks his way down the street.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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When he wakes up in the morning, he doesn't just open his eyes--they pop open with an audible *snap* as he leaps out of bed with a manic grin on his face and tap dances into the kitchen. What's for breakfast? Pancakes with big soft pats of butter and scrambled eggs slathered in mustard. He can't get enough of it. Forty-five seconds in the shower with a big honey scented bar of soap and he's bounding into a brilliant suit and tophat the same color as his personality. He takes a moment to water the sunflowers in his garden that somehow manage to grow year round before stepping out onto the sidewalk. The metal soles of his shoes throw big, fat sparks into the air with every jubilant step as he kicks his way down the street.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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He's the colour on the edge. He's often he's on the cusp of being wrong and looking horrible but if you treat him right and catch him in the right mood, he will make you look fantastic. He's as dark as you can get without looking working class. He's the colour you love to eat and yet his true flavour is not usually the same. He should be a favorite x 2, but he never deals in absolutes because he's either exponentially more than that or a huge shortcoming that borders on Jesterdom. He's the colour that everyone wants but only the confident will have.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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He's the colour on the edge. He's often he's on the cusp of being wrong and looking horrible but if you treat him right and catch him in the right mood, he will make you look fantastic. He's as dark as you can get without looking working class. He's the colour you love to eat and yet his true flavour is not usually the same. He should be a favorite x 2, but he never deals in absolutes because he's either exponentially more than that or a huge shortcoming that borders on Jesterdom. He's the colour that everyone wants but only the confident will have.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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He's the colour on the edge. He's often he's on the cusp of being wrong and looking horrible but if you treat him right and catch him in the right mood, he will make you look fantastic. He's as dark as you can get without looking working class. He's the colour you love to eat and yet his true flavour is not usually the same. He should be a favorite x 2, but he never deals in absolutes because he's either exponentially more than that or a huge shortcoming that borders on Jesterdom. He's the colour that everyone wants but only the confident will have.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
|
He's the colour on the edge. He's often he's on the cusp of being wrong and looking horrible but if you treat him right and catch him in the right mood, he will make you look fantastic. He's as dark as you can get without looking working class. He's the colour you love to eat and yet his true flavour is not usually the same. He should be a favorite x 2, but he never deals in absolutes because he's either exponentially more than that or a huge shortcoming that borders on Jesterdom. He's the colour that everyone wants but only the confident will have.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
|
He's the colour on the edge. He's often he's on the cusp of being wrong and looking horrible but if you treat him right and catch him in the right mood, he will make you look fantastic. He's as dark as you can get without looking working class. He's the colour you love to eat and yet his true flavour is not usually the same. He should be a favorite x 2, but he never deals in absolutes because he's either exponentially more than that or a huge shortcoming that borders on Jesterdom. He's the colour that everyone wants but only the confident will have.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
|
He's the colour on the edge. He's often he's on the cusp of being wrong and looking horrible but if you treat him right and catch him in the right mood, he will make you look fantastic. He's as dark as you can get without looking working class. He's the colour you love to eat and yet his true flavour is not usually the same. He should be a favorite x 2, but he never deals in absolutes because he's either exponentially more than that or a huge shortcoming that borders on Jesterdom. He's the colour that everyone wants but only the confident will have.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
|
He's the colour on the edge. He's often he's on the cusp of being wrong and looking horrible but if you treat him right and catch him in the right mood, he will make you look fantastic. He's as dark as you can get without looking working class. He's the colour you love to eat and yet his true flavour is not usually the same. He should be a favorite x 2, but he never deals in absolutes because he's either exponentially more than that or a huge shortcoming that borders on Jesterdom. He's the colour that everyone wants but only the confident will have.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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His name was James but he didn't look like a James. He looked like a Brad. I thought I knew him just by looking at him until I got to know him. I thought he was a moper, or a cynic, but he was just patient. I couldn't tell if I admired him or hated him. I guess it was up to me. In either event, his eyes suited him. Cool.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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His name was James but he didn't look like a James. He looked like a Brad. I thought I knew him just by looking at him until I got to know him. I thought he was a moper, or a cynic, but he was just patient. I couldn't tell if I admired him or hated him. I guess it was up to me. In either event, his eyes suited him. Cool.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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His name was James but he didn't look like a James. He looked like a Brad. I thought I knew him just by looking at him until I got to know him. I thought he was a moper, or a cynic, but he was just patient. I couldn't tell if I admired him or hated him. I guess it was up to me. In either event, his eyes suited him. Cool.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
|
His name was James but he didn't look like a James. He looked like a Brad. I thought I knew him just by looking at him until I got to know him. I thought he was a moper, or a cynic, but he was just patient. I couldn't tell if I admired him or hated him. I guess it was up to me. In either event, his eyes suited him. Cool.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
|
His name was James but he didn't look like a James. He looked like a Brad. I thought I knew him just by looking at him until I got to know him. I thought he was a moper, or a cynic, but he was just patient. I couldn't tell if I admired him or hated him. I guess it was up to me. In either event, his eyes suited him. Cool.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
|
His name was James but he didn't look like a James. He looked like a Brad. I thought I knew him just by looking at him until I got to know him. I thought he was a moper, or a cynic, but he was just patient. I couldn't tell if I admired him or hated him. I guess it was up to me. In either event, his eyes suited him. Cool.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
|
His name was James but he didn't look like a James. He looked like a Brad. I thought I knew him just by looking at him until I got to know him. I thought he was a moper, or a cynic, but he was just patient. I couldn't tell if I admired him or hated him. I guess it was up to me. In either event, his eyes suited him. Cool.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
|
She's full of life, energy, always bold and bright. She gets noticed everywhere she goes; she's left her mark on signs and signals around the globe, and sometimes I see her when I look at the setting sun.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
|
She's full of life, energy, always bold and bright. She gets noticed everywhere she goes; she's left her mark on signs and signals around the globe, and sometimes I see her when I look at the setting sun.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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She's full of life, energy, always bold and bright. She gets noticed everywhere she goes; she's left her mark on signs and signals around the globe, and sometimes I see her when I look at the setting sun.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
Police keep arresting him.
|
She's full of life, energy, always bold and bright. She gets noticed everywhere she goes; she's left her mark on signs and signals around the globe, and sometimes I see her when I look at the setting sun.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
|
She's full of life, energy, always bold and bright. She gets noticed everywhere she goes; she's left her mark on signs and signals around the globe, and sometimes I see her when I look at the setting sun.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
|
She's full of life, energy, always bold and bright. She gets noticed everywhere she goes; she's left her mark on signs and signals around the globe, and sometimes I see her when I look at the setting sun.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
|
She's full of life, energy, always bold and bright. She gets noticed everywhere she goes; she's left her mark on signs and signals around the globe, and sometimes I see her when I look at the setting sun.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
|
[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
|
He's very well rooted and down to earth. He loves to spend time in the outdoors, exploring each unexplored region and claiming it as his own. As he walks he absorbs his surroundings assimilating with them seamlessly. He wanders ecstatically in the forest but, in the city he watches jealously as others socialize with ease.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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He's very well rooted and down to earth. He loves to spend time in the outdoors, exploring each unexplored region and claiming it as his own. As he walks he absorbs his surroundings assimilating with them seamlessly. He wanders ecstatically in the forest but, in the city he watches jealously as others socialize with ease.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
|
It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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He's very well rooted and down to earth. He loves to spend time in the outdoors, exploring each unexplored region and claiming it as his own. As he walks he absorbs his surroundings assimilating with them seamlessly. He wanders ecstatically in the forest but, in the city he watches jealously as others socialize with ease.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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He's very well rooted and down to earth. He loves to spend time in the outdoors, exploring each unexplored region and claiming it as his own. As he walks he absorbs his surroundings assimilating with them seamlessly. He wanders ecstatically in the forest but, in the city he watches jealously as others socialize with ease.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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He's very well rooted and down to earth. He loves to spend time in the outdoors, exploring each unexplored region and claiming it as his own. As he walks he absorbs his surroundings assimilating with them seamlessly. He wanders ecstatically in the forest but, in the city he watches jealously as others socialize with ease.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
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He's very well rooted and down to earth. He loves to spend time in the outdoors, exploring each unexplored region and claiming it as his own. As he walks he absorbs his surroundings assimilating with them seamlessly. He wanders ecstatically in the forest but, in the city he watches jealously as others socialize with ease.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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He's very well rooted and down to earth. He loves to spend time in the outdoors, exploring each unexplored region and claiming it as his own. As he walks he absorbs his surroundings assimilating with them seamlessly. He wanders ecstatically in the forest but, in the city he watches jealously as others socialize with ease.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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He thinks himself deep, and tries to remain calm as the pressures roll over him in waves. Beneath it all, the dark and the cold threaten to overwhelm him, but he remains constant. Some might forget him for a moment in his stillness, but he has never lost sight of his goal: exploration. Seek the lowest points and the highest.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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He thinks himself deep, and tries to remain calm as the pressures roll over him in waves. Beneath it all, the dark and the cold threaten to overwhelm him, but he remains constant. Some might forget him for a moment in his stillness, but he has never lost sight of his goal: exploration. Seek the lowest points and the highest.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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He thinks himself deep, and tries to remain calm as the pressures roll over him in waves. Beneath it all, the dark and the cold threaten to overwhelm him, but he remains constant. Some might forget him for a moment in his stillness, but he has never lost sight of his goal: exploration. Seek the lowest points and the highest.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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He thinks himself deep, and tries to remain calm as the pressures roll over him in waves. Beneath it all, the dark and the cold threaten to overwhelm him, but he remains constant. Some might forget him for a moment in his stillness, but he has never lost sight of his goal: exploration. Seek the lowest points and the highest.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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He thinks himself deep, and tries to remain calm as the pressures roll over him in waves. Beneath it all, the dark and the cold threaten to overwhelm him, but he remains constant. Some might forget him for a moment in his stillness, but he has never lost sight of his goal: exploration. Seek the lowest points and the highest.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
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He thinks himself deep, and tries to remain calm as the pressures roll over him in waves. Beneath it all, the dark and the cold threaten to overwhelm him, but he remains constant. Some might forget him for a moment in his stillness, but he has never lost sight of his goal: exploration. Seek the lowest points and the highest.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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He thinks himself deep, and tries to remain calm as the pressures roll over him in waves. Beneath it all, the dark and the cold threaten to overwhelm him, but he remains constant. Some might forget him for a moment in his stillness, but he has never lost sight of his goal: exploration. Seek the lowest points and the highest.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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She walks tall with an aristocratic grace. There's something about her that makes you want to keep looking and come strike up a conversation. She'd have a brilliant mind and speak passionately in warm honeyed words with dark eyes flashing like the stormy night she sometimes resembles. Signalling to a bottle of wine beside her, she beckons you to her with a knowing smile.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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She walks tall with an aristocratic grace. There's something about her that makes you want to keep looking and come strike up a conversation. She'd have a brilliant mind and speak passionately in warm honeyed words with dark eyes flashing like the stormy night she sometimes resembles. Signalling to a bottle of wine beside her, she beckons you to her with a knowing smile.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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She walks tall with an aristocratic grace. There's something about her that makes you want to keep looking and come strike up a conversation. She'd have a brilliant mind and speak passionately in warm honeyed words with dark eyes flashing like the stormy night she sometimes resembles. Signalling to a bottle of wine beside her, she beckons you to her with a knowing smile.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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She walks tall with an aristocratic grace. There's something about her that makes you want to keep looking and come strike up a conversation. She'd have a brilliant mind and speak passionately in warm honeyed words with dark eyes flashing like the stormy night she sometimes resembles. Signalling to a bottle of wine beside her, she beckons you to her with a knowing smile.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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She walks tall with an aristocratic grace. There's something about her that makes you want to keep looking and come strike up a conversation. She'd have a brilliant mind and speak passionately in warm honeyed words with dark eyes flashing like the stormy night she sometimes resembles. Signalling to a bottle of wine beside her, she beckons you to her with a knowing smile.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
|
She walks tall with an aristocratic grace. There's something about her that makes you want to keep looking and come strike up a conversation. She'd have a brilliant mind and speak passionately in warm honeyed words with dark eyes flashing like the stormy night she sometimes resembles. Signalling to a bottle of wine beside her, she beckons you to her with a knowing smile.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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She walks tall with an aristocratic grace. There's something about her that makes you want to keep looking and come strike up a conversation. She'd have a brilliant mind and speak passionately in warm honeyed words with dark eyes flashing like the stormy night she sometimes resembles. Signalling to a bottle of wine beside her, she beckons you to her with a knowing smile.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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You guys are all so fucking great it makes my heart happy. Thank you.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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You guys are all so fucking great it makes my heart happy. Thank you.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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You guys are all so fucking great it makes my heart happy. Thank you.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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You guys are all so fucking great it makes my heart happy. Thank you.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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You guys are all so fucking great it makes my heart happy. Thank you.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
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You guys are all so fucking great it makes my heart happy. Thank you.
|
What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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You guys are all so fucking great it makes my heart happy. Thank you.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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Tall, lanky, hair flopping about this way and that as he runs across the sunset beach in his loose grey sweater and his flipflops, laughing with that soft smile of his; and it doesn't matter that he's splashing water at you and getting you all sopping wet because you know at the end of the day he'll be holding you tight in front of the fireplace...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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Tall, lanky, hair flopping about this way and that as he runs across the sunset beach in his loose grey sweater and his flipflops, laughing with that soft smile of his; and it doesn't matter that he's splashing water at you and getting you all sopping wet because you know at the end of the day he'll be holding you tight in front of the fireplace...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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Tall, lanky, hair flopping about this way and that as he runs across the sunset beach in his loose grey sweater and his flipflops, laughing with that soft smile of his; and it doesn't matter that he's splashing water at you and getting you all sopping wet because you know at the end of the day he'll be holding you tight in front of the fireplace...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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Tall, lanky, hair flopping about this way and that as he runs across the sunset beach in his loose grey sweater and his flipflops, laughing with that soft smile of his; and it doesn't matter that he's splashing water at you and getting you all sopping wet because you know at the end of the day he'll be holding you tight in front of the fireplace...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
|
Tall, lanky, hair flopping about this way and that as he runs across the sunset beach in his loose grey sweater and his flipflops, laughing with that soft smile of his; and it doesn't matter that he's splashing water at you and getting you all sopping wet because you know at the end of the day he'll be holding you tight in front of the fireplace...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
|
Tall, lanky, hair flopping about this way and that as he runs across the sunset beach in his loose grey sweater and his flipflops, laughing with that soft smile of his; and it doesn't matter that he's splashing water at you and getting you all sopping wet because you know at the end of the day he'll be holding you tight in front of the fireplace...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
|
Tall, lanky, hair flopping about this way and that as he runs across the sunset beach in his loose grey sweater and his flipflops, laughing with that soft smile of his; and it doesn't matter that he's splashing water at you and getting you all sopping wet because you know at the end of the day he'll be holding you tight in front of the fireplace...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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He walks like royalty, yet is always willing to serve. He dresses with style - a beanie, a button front shirt with a subtle pattern, and jeans - nothing super fancy, yet well put together. He likes to spend time alone, but you'll always see him at weekly gatherings, like church. Fit, but not muscular.
(I'm curious for feedback, as I don't write well but with to improve my skill- or lack thereof.)
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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He walks like royalty, yet is always willing to serve. He dresses with style - a beanie, a button front shirt with a subtle pattern, and jeans - nothing super fancy, yet well put together. He likes to spend time alone, but you'll always see him at weekly gatherings, like church. Fit, but not muscular.
(I'm curious for feedback, as I don't write well but with to improve my skill- or lack thereof.)
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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He walks like royalty, yet is always willing to serve. He dresses with style - a beanie, a button front shirt with a subtle pattern, and jeans - nothing super fancy, yet well put together. He likes to spend time alone, but you'll always see him at weekly gatherings, like church. Fit, but not muscular.
(I'm curious for feedback, as I don't write well but with to improve my skill- or lack thereof.)
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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He walks like royalty, yet is always willing to serve. He dresses with style - a beanie, a button front shirt with a subtle pattern, and jeans - nothing super fancy, yet well put together. He likes to spend time alone, but you'll always see him at weekly gatherings, like church. Fit, but not muscular.
(I'm curious for feedback, as I don't write well but with to improve my skill- or lack thereof.)
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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He walks like royalty, yet is always willing to serve. He dresses with style - a beanie, a button front shirt with a subtle pattern, and jeans - nothing super fancy, yet well put together. He likes to spend time alone, but you'll always see him at weekly gatherings, like church. Fit, but not muscular.
(I'm curious for feedback, as I don't write well but with to improve my skill- or lack thereof.)
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
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He walks like royalty, yet is always willing to serve. He dresses with style - a beanie, a button front shirt with a subtle pattern, and jeans - nothing super fancy, yet well put together. He likes to spend time alone, but you'll always see him at weekly gatherings, like church. Fit, but not muscular.
(I'm curious for feedback, as I don't write well but with to improve my skill- or lack thereof.)
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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He walks like royalty, yet is always willing to serve. He dresses with style - a beanie, a button front shirt with a subtle pattern, and jeans - nothing super fancy, yet well put together. He likes to spend time alone, but you'll always see him at weekly gatherings, like church. Fit, but not muscular.
(I'm curious for feedback, as I don't write well but with to improve my skill- or lack thereof.)
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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He is calm, but gets straight to the point when needed to. He is more of a loner but alway friendly and helpful. He likes to swim in the cold ocean during the afternoon hours, loves the feeling of warm sunrays fighting the cold salty water in his face. When he sees you he squints his eyes and puts on this mysterious knowing smile as if he can look through every inch of your soul...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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He is calm, but gets straight to the point when needed to. He is more of a loner but alway friendly and helpful. He likes to swim in the cold ocean during the afternoon hours, loves the feeling of warm sunrays fighting the cold salty water in his face. When he sees you he squints his eyes and puts on this mysterious knowing smile as if he can look through every inch of your soul...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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He is calm, but gets straight to the point when needed to. He is more of a loner but alway friendly and helpful. He likes to swim in the cold ocean during the afternoon hours, loves the feeling of warm sunrays fighting the cold salty water in his face. When he sees you he squints his eyes and puts on this mysterious knowing smile as if he can look through every inch of your soul...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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He is calm, but gets straight to the point when needed to. He is more of a loner but alway friendly and helpful. He likes to swim in the cold ocean during the afternoon hours, loves the feeling of warm sunrays fighting the cold salty water in his face. When he sees you he squints his eyes and puts on this mysterious knowing smile as if he can look through every inch of your soul...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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He is calm, but gets straight to the point when needed to. He is more of a loner but alway friendly and helpful. He likes to swim in the cold ocean during the afternoon hours, loves the feeling of warm sunrays fighting the cold salty water in his face. When he sees you he squints his eyes and puts on this mysterious knowing smile as if he can look through every inch of your soul...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
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He is calm, but gets straight to the point when needed to. He is more of a loner but alway friendly and helpful. He likes to swim in the cold ocean during the afternoon hours, loves the feeling of warm sunrays fighting the cold salty water in his face. When he sees you he squints his eyes and puts on this mysterious knowing smile as if he can look through every inch of your soul...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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He is calm, but gets straight to the point when needed to. He is more of a loner but alway friendly and helpful. He likes to swim in the cold ocean during the afternoon hours, loves the feeling of warm sunrays fighting the cold salty water in his face. When he sees you he squints his eyes and puts on this mysterious knowing smile as if he can look through every inch of your soul...
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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I have synesthesia, so every color is associated with certain personality traits and dispositions. Not necessarily creative writing, but I'd be happy to list them all when I'm not exhausted tomorrow morning!
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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I have synesthesia, so every color is associated with certain personality traits and dispositions. Not necessarily creative writing, but I'd be happy to list them all when I'm not exhausted tomorrow morning!
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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I have synesthesia, so every color is associated with certain personality traits and dispositions. Not necessarily creative writing, but I'd be happy to list them all when I'm not exhausted tomorrow morning!
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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I have synesthesia, so every color is associated with certain personality traits and dispositions. Not necessarily creative writing, but I'd be happy to list them all when I'm not exhausted tomorrow morning!
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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I have synesthesia, so every color is associated with certain personality traits and dispositions. Not necessarily creative writing, but I'd be happy to list them all when I'm not exhausted tomorrow morning!
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
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I have synesthesia, so every color is associated with certain personality traits and dispositions. Not necessarily creative writing, but I'd be happy to list them all when I'm not exhausted tomorrow morning!
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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I have synesthesia, so every color is associated with certain personality traits and dispositions. Not necessarily creative writing, but I'd be happy to list them all when I'm not exhausted tomorrow morning!
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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You never fully get to know a good friend--there's always something unexplored, a surprise in their personality. I thought he was warm, but that warmth hides anger. He introduced me to his cooking group -- they started off with pumpkin pies, but then they moved on to a spicey soup made from squirrels caught in his back yard.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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You never fully get to know a good friend--there's always something unexplored, a surprise in their personality. I thought he was warm, but that warmth hides anger. He introduced me to his cooking group -- they started off with pumpkin pies, but then they moved on to a spicey soup made from squirrels caught in his back yard.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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You never fully get to know a good friend--there's always something unexplored, a surprise in their personality. I thought he was warm, but that warmth hides anger. He introduced me to his cooking group -- they started off with pumpkin pies, but then they moved on to a spicey soup made from squirrels caught in his back yard.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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You never fully get to know a good friend--there's always something unexplored, a surprise in their personality. I thought he was warm, but that warmth hides anger. He introduced me to his cooking group -- they started off with pumpkin pies, but then they moved on to a spicey soup made from squirrels caught in his back yard.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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You never fully get to know a good friend--there's always something unexplored, a surprise in their personality. I thought he was warm, but that warmth hides anger. He introduced me to his cooking group -- they started off with pumpkin pies, but then they moved on to a spicey soup made from squirrels caught in his back yard.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Collab w/ my 9yo daughter:
One quiet spring morning, he went out to the field a couple of streets away from his house, to pick flowers for his mother. He wanted to give them to her on St. Patrick's day, along with the key lime pie that he'd made the day before.
Suddenly a tiger (someone else's color friend no doubt) ate him.
|
You never fully get to know a good friend--there's always something unexplored, a surprise in their personality. I thought he was warm, but that warmth hides anger. He introduced me to his cooking group -- they started off with pumpkin pies, but then they moved on to a spicey soup made from squirrels caught in his back yard.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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You never fully get to know a good friend--there's always something unexplored, a surprise in their personality. I thought he was warm, but that warmth hides anger. He introduced me to his cooking group -- they started off with pumpkin pies, but then they moved on to a spicey soup made from squirrels caught in his back yard.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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I love her.
She was overly passionate about everything. The way she glided from room to room, swaying back and forth so elegantly, her dress accentuating her beautiful dance. The way she smiled, overflowing with warmth and happiness. The way she coyly, almost seductively, scans the room with a fox-like gaze for someone interesting. She commanded attention and the spotlight, effortlessly, everywhere she went. Captivating the hearts and minds of anyone who were to simply watch her be.
I'll always love her.
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His name is Leon.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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His name is Leon.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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His name is Leon.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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His name is Leon.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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His name is Leon.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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His name is Leon.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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She walked in with confidence and her head held serene like some marvelous goddess. Confident, her shoulders pulled back and her chin level to the ground she looked me in the eye and I felt like she thought I was her equal. She seemed to emit an air of royalty and you knew she was better than you, with the way she looked into you it showed that she could genuinely respect you. In long flowing dresses and a small coat that covered her modesty with gem-stoned slippers -peaking beneath her every swaying step - she addresses the room in a clear and confident tone that left no room for another opinion, but hers and yet you felt that **your** opinion had never been different from hers at all.
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He's grown up over the years and I haven't really stayed in touch. He still likes the same girl and she likes him too, neither know of the other's feelings for eachother however since they are too shy to say. He still hangs around the same guy, though better than before, a selfish prick.
Note: I have synesthesia so I actually think of colours this way.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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It's gotta be blue. Like real blue, not some plastic painted neon blue, but real. Almost the essence of; when the sky fades from bright at the horizon to deep, and dark, and vast at its apex. That blue. The kind that resides just under the sunlit shimmering surface of a lake. I feel weightless in its depths; just floating. Her hair is like the little swirls of current that brush over me with rays of light scattering off its curls.
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He's grown up over the years and I haven't really stayed in touch. He still likes the same girl and she likes him too, neither know of the other's feelings for eachother however since they are too shy to say. He still hangs around the same guy, though better than before, a selfish prick.
Note: I have synesthesia so I actually think of colours this way.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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Police keep arresting him.
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He's grown up over the years and I haven't really stayed in touch. He still likes the same girl and she likes him too, neither know of the other's feelings for eachother however since they are too shy to say. He still hangs around the same guy, though better than before, a selfish prick.
Note: I have synesthesia so I actually think of colours this way.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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People are unaware of their attraction to her. Her allure affects men and women the same. She is lively and fun and slightly mysterious.
Yet, she also has a darker side of gore and death. No matter, no one is scared, they have been drawn in by her overwhelming beauty.
She represents love and horror at the same time. And no one knows which is which.
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He's grown up over the years and I haven't really stayed in touch. He still likes the same girl and she likes him too, neither know of the other's feelings for eachother however since they are too shy to say. He still hangs around the same guy, though better than before, a selfish prick.
Note: I have synesthesia so I actually think of colours this way.
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What are they like? How do they dress? Etc.
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[WP] Without naming it, describe your favorite color as a person.
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He strolls along in the beautiful nightlife of the social event, he is the talk of the town. Many think that he is a sign of bad things to come but others find him sexy and intriguing. He comes dressed as sharply as a man can look, his eyes are both warm as the sun and as dark as a Russian winter.
He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink, he can feel the eyes upon him. Women and men gazing at him hoping to get a feel for his intent, why should he tell them the answers when the mystery is so much better than the fact. He tips the bartender enough to cover his whole night before walking out just as causally as he walked in.
His journey took him down an alley way, he could feel his favorite friends moving about in his shadow. Several people gathered around him and smiled, they were the outcasts of society. No different to the high society of the bar he left but treated differently because they didn't look or act as beautifully outside of his shadow. He turned to them and raise a hand, "My friends, I'll always accept you even when I'm not here." The man chuckled as he left the alley way, the sun was rising and his influence was fading, he watched as a similarly dressed woman stood before his path.
"These summer nights..... Are so boring but I guess it's your turn soon. It's a shame they love you more." The sharply dressed man said before the woman gave him a simple peck on the cheek.
"They may love me more but they only seek rest and comfort when your around. See you at Dusk." She smirked as the man vanished the moment the bright yellow rays of the sun touched his body.
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He's grown up over the years and I haven't really stayed in touch. He still likes the same girl and she likes him too, neither know of the other's feelings for eachother however since they are too shy to say. He still hangs around the same guy, though better than before, a selfish prick.
Note: I have synesthesia so I actually think of colours this way.
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