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2007-01-04 Nell: I was told to pick an emotion and a colour, then write and draw it. This is the written half of course. I actually managed to scare my writing mentor with this. She said I did rage very well, and then eyed me as if she thought I was considering homocide as a future career.[Nell]: 226.Stories.Sh
Rating: 0.00 Uploaded by: Created: 2007-01-04 01:01:20Keywords: Rage I felt tense, like my limbs were taut cords, waiting to snap. I was shaking from the anticipation; fists clenched tight to hide the tremor. Lash out! My mind it screamed, I nearly gave into it, stepping forwards towards him. But I didn't strike, and he didn't notice. He kept shouting at me incoherently. My temples pounded like war drums. I thought of terrible, violent things I wanted to do to him; beat his head against the window again, and again, and again, until the window smashed, slicing him through, cutting him as deeply as he cut me. Then he'd fall to his death, and I'd see his broken body lying on the ground, before I jumped after him. I hated him, he so deserved that fate, and so did I.