typi
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Komorebi- (n) sunlight filtering through the trees
All I could make out was plain and uneventful darkness. Was this what all Madeline's memories were like? Every dream and every memory I visited led me to nothing. This broke my heart into fifty millions pieces of fragile glass. She was hiding something from everyone, and didn't want me to know. She didn't want me to know.
I felt around in the darkness, as I did in every dream and memory. I felt for something to lead me on to what happened to Madeline and her life. To my surprise, I felt something. I felt a soft, smooth surface. I pulled it closer to me. A rose. A red, bulky, smooth, beautiful rose.
Flatline.
Wonderwall- (adj) someone you find yourself thinking about all the time
He was different than other patients. When he was rushed in, people actually stayed and watched. They watched us take him to the operation room, they walked us place tubes in him. They watched as I sat to the side, still in my doctor's coat, and closed my eyes. They watched me stay completely still.
I wasn't completely still.
I was moving in his memories, I was feeling what he felt. I was reliving his life. I was deciding.
He had a girl in his life. She was pretty. She had soft, forest green eyes and honey blonde hair. I was jealous. Everyday, they slept together. She took up ninety percent of the bed, making sure he never got any more than her. But they had a connection in them. When he laughed, she laughed. When she laughed, he laughed. They argued about who was nicer, and the first to forgive would usually use it as a "niceness point." They had a relationship ship like no other. She wanted to marry him.
Flatline.
Umbrella-(n) protection from wind or rain
Her first displayed drawing was an umbrella drawing. She drew it in kindergarten, and it was placed in the hall of the school. The teachers awed at it in amazement, it was better than anything they had ever drawn, and she was a six-year-old. They asked her how she got her drawing talent, she said she didn't know.
She grew up to be an artist, inspired by the early death of her mom after her college graduation. She drew from the heart, she drew with emotion. The harder the brush, the angrier she was. The lighter, the happier. She once got a painting of a cow in a museum. She was truely magical, until-
Flatline.
Liberosis-(n) the desire to care less
"Who am I?" He looked at himself again in that mirror. He was ugly. Or so he thought. He shook the mirror again, asking the question again, demanding an answer and yet knowing he'd never get one. I looked straight at him, knowing very well he couldn't see me. I looked at his amber eyes and firetruck red hair. I looked at his face, a chubby thing with glasses on the nose. He was cute.
"You're Adrien Perm." A sound drifted out of my mouth.
"I really don't care."
But I thought he couldn't see me.
Flatline.
Dysania-(n) the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning
"I don't wake up easily, leave me alone." A voice floated out of the room, and into my ears. Cautious after my last visit to Adrien's room, I carefully crawled in. A mom stood over her daughter, both backs were turned to me. Rising, I walked cautiously, still, towards the mom. When I was right next to her, and no movement was made, I turned off stelth mode.
"Get out of bed in the next fifteen minutes, Evelyn." Evelyn's mother turned and stalked her way out of the room. Evelyn groaned, and turned around in bed, giving me a good look at her face.
Her beautiful face.
Her onyx eyes and cherry hair.
It was the one.
I could tell.
"She's alive!" A chorus of cheers erupted. I stood, fast as lightning and ran over to her hospital bedside. Evelyn was alive.
~~~
Explanation:
This was probably confusing xD It was about a nurse/doctor (unamed, but she is a female) has the power to look at her patients memories while she preforms surgery on them. I guess the moral is that you'll eventually find the one. If that makes sense at all.
Also I didn't edit it xD
{Typi}
All I could make out was plain and uneventful darkness. Was this what all Madeline's memories were like? Every dream and every memory I visited led me to nothing. This broke my heart into fifty millions pieces of fragile glass. She was hiding something from everyone, and didn't want me to know. She didn't want me to know.
I felt around in the darkness, as I did in every dream and memory. I felt for something to lead me on to what happened to Madeline and her life. To my surprise, I felt something. I felt a soft, smooth surface. I pulled it closer to me. A rose. A red, bulky, smooth, beautiful rose.
Flatline.
Wonderwall- (adj) someone you find yourself thinking about all the time
He was different than other patients. When he was rushed in, people actually stayed and watched. They watched us take him to the operation room, they walked us place tubes in him. They watched as I sat to the side, still in my doctor's coat, and closed my eyes. They watched me stay completely still.
I wasn't completely still.
I was moving in his memories, I was feeling what he felt. I was reliving his life. I was deciding.
He had a girl in his life. She was pretty. She had soft, forest green eyes and honey blonde hair. I was jealous. Everyday, they slept together. She took up ninety percent of the bed, making sure he never got any more than her. But they had a connection in them. When he laughed, she laughed. When she laughed, he laughed. They argued about who was nicer, and the first to forgive would usually use it as a "niceness point." They had a relationship ship like no other. She wanted to marry him.
Flatline.
Umbrella-(n) protection from wind or rain
Her first displayed drawing was an umbrella drawing. She drew it in kindergarten, and it was placed in the hall of the school. The teachers awed at it in amazement, it was better than anything they had ever drawn, and she was a six-year-old. They asked her how she got her drawing talent, she said she didn't know.
She grew up to be an artist, inspired by the early death of her mom after her college graduation. She drew from the heart, she drew with emotion. The harder the brush, the angrier she was. The lighter, the happier. She once got a painting of a cow in a museum. She was truely magical, until-
Flatline.
Liberosis-(n) the desire to care less
"Who am I?" He looked at himself again in that mirror. He was ugly. Or so he thought. He shook the mirror again, asking the question again, demanding an answer and yet knowing he'd never get one. I looked straight at him, knowing very well he couldn't see me. I looked at his amber eyes and firetruck red hair. I looked at his face, a chubby thing with glasses on the nose. He was cute.
"You're Adrien Perm." A sound drifted out of my mouth.
"I really don't care."
But I thought he couldn't see me.
Flatline.
Dysania-(n) the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning
"I don't wake up easily, leave me alone." A voice floated out of the room, and into my ears. Cautious after my last visit to Adrien's room, I carefully crawled in. A mom stood over her daughter, both backs were turned to me. Rising, I walked cautiously, still, towards the mom. When I was right next to her, and no movement was made, I turned off stelth mode.
"Get out of bed in the next fifteen minutes, Evelyn." Evelyn's mother turned and stalked her way out of the room. Evelyn groaned, and turned around in bed, giving me a good look at her face.
Her beautiful face.
Her onyx eyes and cherry hair.
It was the one.
I could tell.
"She's alive!" A chorus of cheers erupted. I stood, fast as lightning and ran over to her hospital bedside. Evelyn was alive.
~~~
Explanation:
This was probably confusing xD It was about a nurse/doctor (unamed, but she is a female) has the power to look at her patients memories while she preforms surgery on them. I guess the moral is that you'll eventually find the one. If that makes sense at all.
Also I didn't edit it xD
{Typi}