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[TeresaRose]

That evil smirk of satisfaction on his face when he made his brother cry, was eerily reminiscent of Damien from “The Omen.”

smirk

 

[AbelCM]

He just smirks when I address him, even if I’m asking him a direct question to his face like, “Is this your butter? Can I use it?”

butter

 

[Tocotin]

Madame Sophie exclaimed, "I must say, Julie, you have excellent butter here, and crayfish too."

exclaim

 

[kmarcks]

“A magic ring!” exclaimed Chrissy while slipping it on a finger, “Oh goodie!”

Slipping

 

[TeresaRose]

Slipping into his understanding-sympathetic persona, purposefully widening his eyes, his forehead lifted, he said earnestly, “I know I made mistakes, I was a bastard, but I’m ready to settle down.

forehead

 

[Fi Webster]

When she wrinkled her forehead and tried to believe other people's minds would be "up there" (wherever "there" was) with her, the whole concept of consciousness after death broke down so utterly that Elsa tuned out and didn't think about it anymore.

concept

 

[jhe1valu]

At 220 pounds of lean-muscled power, he was agile and amazingly swift for his size, and honed by life on the frontier for action.

Verbalize

 

[TeresaRose]

But internally, her bubble had burst with the verbal confirmation that Brendan was in fact back together with Simone.

burst

 

[jhe1valu]

Her stifled scream she buried in the covers as best she could; thankfully, the boys slept through the brief burst escaping her.

 

[Woollybear]

He was glowing, rare for him. His heart seemed to be bursting.

rare

 

[TeresaRose]

By virtue of who she was—a star, a person of importance with rare cachet—she should be granted access to the express lane, her time was valuable, much more than most.

time

 

[Fi Webster]

She screams. She screams for what seems like a long time. She is disgusted by his naked need for someone to relieve his abject loneliness.

naked

 

[Sonsofthepharaohs]

Heh. Now you're talking my language. Although I was shocked - nay, appalled - to discover there are only 38 instances of the word 'naked' in my novel

The lively din of gaming and carousing almost drowned out the flute girls playing in the far corner, while a dancer whose naked body was covered in swirling tattoos entwined her way around the room, clinking finger cymbals in time to her movements.

Tattoo/s

 

[Fi Webster]

Heh. Now you're talking my language. Although I was shocked - nay, appalled - to discover there are only 38 instances of the word 'naked' in my novel

=laugh= I was sorely tempted to pick "abject." That's a word I use a lot. I even use the noun form, "abjection." But I figured it was too far off the beaten track for this game.

 

[AbelCM]

Then we just talked about, like, sheets and, in the morning, breakfast, and right after I’d taken a big bite of oatmeal, she said, sadly, “So what’s up with those tattoos, anyway?”

sheet

 

[starrystorm]

Peeking my head out of the sheets, I counted silently to thirty

count(s)(ed)(ing)

 

[jhe1valu]

Still, he knew that these fragments of his time he was giving her were not enough to counteract totally the days of her setting up the house alone - short of blowing up entirely - so it didn’t really come as a surprise when she did what she did one night.

Fragments

 

[TeresaRose]

Brendan’s finger was at his mouth, chewing off a satisfying fragment of nail.

mouth

 

[Sonsofthepharaohs]

Bakwerel’s tongue already felt like sandal leather, but now it turned to ashes in his mouth.

Sandal

 

[TeresaRose]

She must really be into Nico, she’d never bother otherwise; it was barely Spring, far from sandal-wearing weather.

weather

 

[jhe1valu]

“Well, we had some tough times a few years back, but the Lord helped us weather them all, and we’re here now - happy and healthy. I’ll tell you about it over supper.”

Supper

 

[AbelCM]

We almost didn’t make it into the Louvre because two cans of beans Louise didn’t know I’d intended for our lunch and dinner set off both the metal detectors and an argument about eating canned beans in the world capital of haute cuisine.

[close enough?]

lunch

 

[TeresaRose]

When the 12:00 p.m. bell rang, she went to her locker to grab her coat and then go home for lunch, anticipating heating up a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli.

heat/er/ing

 

[jhe1valu]

“Yeah, Dad, I was really worried about him over there. Things are really heating up between the Japanese and us, and I’ve been afraid for him.” Arnold’s voice carried a relief similar to the elder Hopkins’ as he continued.

relief

 

[AbelCM]

The only other time in my life I felt that kind of relief was during my winter of utter worthlessness in Oxford.

winter