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The ChaseHeart pounding, fingers trembling, breathe quckening, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. Feeling scared, holding his lover’s hand hoping that she can't feel his fingers trembling, for he was terrified, but not wanting her to know. He knew that she was petrified but also gathering the strength to go forth with him / As the walk on through the dark woods she kept hearing other footsteps other than their own. She looks into her lovers eyes wondering if he had heard them to, he nodded motioning to a big tree with a hole it it, big enough to hide only one person. She knew what he wanted her to do but she wasn't about to leave him alone with them being chased. She shook her head furiously, tightening her hold on his hand saying in an iron voice that she would not leave him. / He gritted his teeth knowing that she was a very stubborn woman, how could he have ever thought that she would of gone through with the plan knowing that he would be out there alone. He nods understanding her fears. He gently takes her hands in his and telling her in a soft voice not to worry for he would be all right. She still shakes her head, fire gleaming in her eyes.
Surfer’s WorldAs you hear the waves pound the shore you shiver with excitement holding the slick surfboard waiting for the right moment. On your stomach arms slicing through the ice cold water, feeling the spray of the ocean on your face, your suit clinging to you like a second skin. With your back to the waves, body tense with anticipation, hearing the ocean roaring you calmly and carefully get to your feet, squatting on your board, having to keep your balance and not get disoriented you wait, waiting for the feel of your board being lifted, feeling it, you rise keeping your knees bent riding the surfboard over the face of the wave. You look to the side of you seeing the curl of the wave, better known as the funnel cone. Turning sharply you head for the cone. The curl of the wave closes around you, but you do not feel afraid for you know that you are the one in control not the wave. Staying on the wave, inside of the cone pushing your back foot on the back of the board sending you flying through. Not looking back, but you can hear the funnel cone crashing behind you nipping at your heels urging you on busting out of the funnel cone at the end sharply maneuvering your board so you are now well on your way to the shore, dropping to your hands and feet, gripping the board with your hands you drop to your knees then straddling the board riding the last little bit of the wave to solid ground. Standing on the shore you look out at the vast openness of the ocean with the sun setting on it with the colors dancing over the crystal blue water, feeling your heart slowing down finally the adrenaline rush leaving your veins. You walk home with the slick board under your arm waiting for the next day seeing how many more waves you can catch.
Long LostFeeling her heart pound with the quickness of her breath she knows that she has found her long lost brother. Her eyes shining with excitement, not knowing what to expect from him, scared that he will turn away and leave her again. Holding her breath and quietly walking over to him, tapping him on the shoulder with her index finger, slightly shaking with fear. Her brother turns around and smiles. The reconization dawns on him and his face burns with fury of being discovered, by his own sister nonetheless!! / How could she, he wonders furiously! He had left home for a reason and now she has come to take him home he is sure. Well, not this time, she / won't. In his heart he knows she means well, but he can't go back. If only she knew why he couldn't. Gritting his teeth he tears out of the bar, leaving his sister looking after him with tears streaming down her face and calling his name. He couldn't stop; he had to get out of there so he wouldn't have to hear her crying.