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Filling up the bath with hot water took a rather long time. Once it had been filled roughly ¾ of the way, and it was a large tub, she twisted the rose crystal "hot" knob all the way off and cranked the blue "cold" crystal on. Suddenly, the huge contraption opened up above the bath and blue liquid poured out of long cylinders. Then, orange liquid came out a layer outside of the blue, and then another layer gushed out green liquid! It was shaped in the form of a huge chandelier, albeit it was brass rather than shining diamonds. Looking at where the colors landed in the water, she noticed that bubbles were frothing from where they landed and wer

Anxiously, her heels clacked against the wood floor in a metronome. Each time a needled heel hit the floor, it was followed by a sigh as the part of the shoe that covered the balls of her feet touched the wood. Her grey billowing skirt caressed her thighs like a summer breeze, teasing her with its touch. The skirt came down to mid-calf, so the slightly ruffled edge tickled the backs of her thighs, but she paid it no mind. Her long fingers strayed across her body and she hugged herself. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she couldn't stop shivering. The creamiest eggshell that had ever been found had been imitated into the creation of her

Breathing heavily from the exertion, Alex lowered her wand, still staring at her fallen opponent. She had dueled with him mightily, but in the end he had stumbled, giving Alex the split second chance to finish him. He lay on the floor, sprawled out most unbecomingly, clearly dead. Turning her grey eyes down the hallway, she could not hear any more fighting going on. Looking back at the body, she stepped on the man's wand, snapping it cleanly in half. She didn't have to, but she just felt like having the final say in the matter. She turned away from him and jogged down the hallway. Around a stone pillar, she turned the corner and saw ther

God, he was good! Those lips, that passion, that complete intensity into one kiss! She thought she was going to keel over and die, if she wasn't held up by Harry's hand on her lower back. The perfection and lust of that kiss was flaying them both alive. Thank God they were alone in the hallway, as Alex's skirt was riding up quite high on her thighs and Harry's shirt was almost completely unbuttoned. She thought she heard faint voices coming down the hallway, but she didn't care. All she wanted was more, more, more of that wonderful boy. Harry had shoved her against the wall, and she had willingly pulled him to her, all to taste more of him.

Walking along the forest pathway, leaves are falling around me as plentiful as rain; though the ground will not soak them up, it will be covered in a blanket of color. A gust of wind comes by and sweeps the carpet of leaves into the air again, enjoying the tickling of the foliage as they spiral back down. The wind plays the part of a small child, picking up armfuls of leaves and tossing them as high into the heavens as she possibly can before twirling under them, her arms outstretched and laughter escaping her. She plays through the trees, and they gratefully shed their burden of the Indian red and burnt sienna leaves onto the forest floor. C

A burst of cold night air blasted into his face as he stumbled out of the door. Behind him, rowdy music and bawdy songs floated with him through the doorway. His vision blurred, he staggered out onto the cobblestone streets, nearly colliding with a horse-drawn cab making its last round for the night. Shouting a slurred curse at the driver, the portly man turned around slowly and weaved his way down the street, the cab forgotten. He was in high spirits after his night in the tavern, and all he wanted to do was to get home and collapse into bed, releasing him from the world. Suddenly, through the fog, he spotted a shadowy dark figure up ahead

                He first saw those eyes in a marketplace next to a curry and saffron stand. Those eyes were so beautiful, he had to do a double-take to make sure he was really seeing them. Stopping there in the middle of the dusty road, he stood there transfixed as a cat watching a shiny object.                Those eyes, those large, dark, liquid eyes, shone from behind a shower of scarlet and gold cloth from her sari. The cloth covered everything save for those eyes, a patch of forehead, and the hands. Opening and closing his mouth slightly, he found that his lips had suddenly parched in wonder at this exquisite creature. One of the eyes

                She was never going to be able to find him in this stair-filled room. Twists and turns boggled her mind, threw her off course each time she climbed up or down one of the staircases. His presence filled her senses, and she was nearly driven wild in her search for him.                Climbing one set of stairs, she looked around, frustrated. Seeing another staircase, she ran down that one and stopped on the landing below.                Suddenly, a voice sang behind her, "How you turn my world, you precious thing." Whipping around, she saw to her intense relief, Jareth was standing there. Jareth walked toward her slowly an

                All the colors of the rainbow danced in front of her, and a fierce wind whipped through her hair, making her squint. She tried to cry out, but she couldn't find her voice. Slowly, the colors began to stand still, and a room began to settle.                An explosion was heard…no, make that several explosions… they sounded like cannon fire…a scream pierced the spiraling colors…                Suddenly, someone gripped her arm roughly and shook her a few times. Shaking her head to clear it, she looked to her right and saw an anxious white woman in a stained grayish dress saying in a thick accent, "We need yo' help ova hey