It felt as if I were grasping at smoke, a wisp of a vow dissolving on my tongue like an unsweetened dream.

He felt the adrenaline surge like a tidal wave, pulling him under the current of a desperate, thrilling game.

Rich, earthy scent of damp soil and blooming roses

Publishing a book whose cover is a living organism

The hushed tones of a magical land

The high-pitched squeal of a child excitedly unwrapping one

My vote, a single grain of sand, yet part of a beach vast enough to shift the dunes of policy.

A hesitant cough clearing a throat

I felt the energy radiating from him like heat rising from sun-baked asphalt on a summer's day.

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The earthy smell of damp soil

The 5x, the frequency of a hummingbird's wings, amplified to shatter glass

The bottle of freen, the raspberry ripple cologne, is self-aware and makes sarcastic comments

No tax, but you must knit a sweater for the tax collector's pug

Norway, where the sun is a giant disco ball

Sweat glistens on his forehead under the stage lights

Conversations buzzed around me, as vibrant and chaotic as a swarm of bees around a hive.

Warm, humid air clinging to your skin like a damp cloth

Rough, coarse asphalt burning hot beneath bare feet

I felt my confidence drain away as quickly as the tide receding from a sandy shore, leaving me stranded and unsure.