OK! As an apology for not updating Moments, 100 or In Another Lifetime, I opened another new challenge! I know I should finish my challenges but they're so much fun to start. This is 50 sentences. I would like to do them all but this set is happily complete. Enjoy and tell me which ones are your favorites. If any are confusing, just PM me and I'll try to explain them.
Alpha set
Comfort: As John watches Sam walk over to Six, pulling her into his arms as she tried to collect herself from the story, a unsettling spark erupted in John's gut; at that moment in time, he didn't know that the green monster of jealousy just made a home in his chest.
Kiss: The kiss was unplanned; an idea that popped up in her head during the intense training, but that didn't stop her lips from tingling a few hours after the initial contact.
Soft: Six isn't soft; she's all hard edges and 'my-way-or-the-highway' attitude; but as John sees the small motherly smile on her face as she brushes Ella's amber hair, he has to think that she is the exact meaning of soft.
Pain: Physical pain she can handle; pain that slowly steal her life away she takes in stride because she knows, in the depth of her being, she will recover; but emotional pain that only John could inflict on her when he stares at her with his damn blue eyes, quietly promising something he could take away in an instant, that pain could send her to the floor and she wouldn't get up.
Potatoes: "John, stop playing with the potatoes!"
Rain: John didn't believe Sarah when she said everything in the rain looks more beautiful but as he spies Six dancing in the rain with Bernie at her heels only one word could described her: beautiful.
Chocolate: "Mmm… chocolate," John whispered as he licks his lips, stealing the sweet treat right out of Six's mouth with a kiss.
Happiness: John never thought he would be happy again after Sarah until Six dragged up off his butt and showed him the sunrise.
Telephone: Six always hated the cell phone; it represented the link between John and Sarah and that alone was dangerous enough; but as she looks at her own cell phone, think about the ten digits that could easily connect her to the blond hair boy across the Atlantic Ocean; "Hello?" Six was starting to love her phone.
Ears: "John…" she moaned as he nipped her ear and buried his head in the crook of her neck, smiling wickedly having found her one weakness.
Name: She was never attached to her names; they just represented masks she would switch on to fit the occasion; but when he said her name, "Maren Elizabeth," and smiled at her like that, Six couldn't stop herself from thinking she is Maren Elizabeth.
Sensual: The way she moved, all the guys in the room stopped to stare; John wanted to murder each and every one of them to a slow death but when she sits in his lap and kisses his lips, John forgot all about the other guys.
Death: They're all experience death in different forms; they know that death will follow them wherever they go; they know more deaths will appear in their bleak future; but that doesn't stop the tears from falling from Six's eyes whenever a certain date rolls around.
Sex: It's just sex Six reasoned in her head as she pulled her underwear on and stared longingly at the blond man sleeping in her bed; sheets pooled around his waist showing his bare back to the world to see; It's just sex she repeated as she leaned over and gently kissed his cheek, easily forming images of them together in her head, but it could be more.
Touch: Her touch was like liquid fire, making every part of John burn intensely craving for her and only her.
Weakness: She shows no weakness to anyone; a steely fortress with no obvious sign of flaw; yet sometimes if John listens close enough in the middle of the night, he could hear a faint sniffle and soft voice murmuring Katarina.
Tears: "Six, you're crying," touching her cheek, Six stared at the tear drop like it was foreign object.
Speed: She's fast; one of the fastest out of all six of them, but her speed failed her when she needed it the most.
Wind: It was fitting for the wind to whip through her long flowing locks after a difficult battle but it never failed to take John's breath away.
Freedom: "Let her go," Six whispered to John as he stared longingly at the rearview mirror as they drive away from Paradise, Ohio; "let her and yourself go."
Life: He craves for normalcy; she craves for revenge; he runs from his fate; she embraces it unwillingly; they both came from different upbringings but Life threw them together and they thrived.
Jealousy: Sam watched the two of them flirt blindly, oblivious of him and Bernie in the room; John's subtle touch on Six's waist; Six's fingers somehow finding a reason to comb through John's golden locks; the smothering look they unknowingly give each other; Sam sat there burning with jealousy on how easy they just fit.
Hands: She always admired John's hands; they were warm, reassuring and as they wrapped around her fingers, she felt like nothing can tear them apart.
Taste: This has to be the hormones speaking, John deduced as he sat across the table from Six, wondering what her lips would taste like: strawberries, vanilla or a combination?
Devotion: Bernie is blindly loyal to John it can get ridiculous but that doesn't mean he can't criticize his master on a bad decision: So… why was Six crying?
Forever: There is no forever; Six learned that firsthand as she watched the life leave Katarina's body; but as she gaze into John's sapphire eyes she can't help but believe.
Blood: Red was always her color, John thought sarcastically as he tried to stop the bleeding frantically.
Sickness: In sickness and in health, Six thinks as she laces her fingers with John's, or until the Mogadorains get us first.
Melody: "John, you are not allowed to sing!"
Star: It slowly became a tradition; John would bring the blanket; Six would bring the pillows; and they both would curl up, entangled in each other's hold with the roof of stars looking down on them.
Home: Home is a difficult word for Six; she never felt the kinship of parents who cherished her; she never made bonds with other kids in fear of knowing they would eventually break and unnecessary pain would be inflict; though, as she sits here with Bernie at her feet, Sam across from her and John's arm slung over her shoulder; a little voice in her head told her this is home.
Confusion: Something wrong with me, John thought as he sits there watching Sarah and Six speak to each other; his eyes – instead of looking lovingly at his girlfriend – would linger to the Loric girl beside her.
Fear: There is nothing to fear, but fear itself; John recited sarcastically as he clenches Six's shaking invisible hand as they waited for the Mogadorain scout to go away; whoever said that obviously didn't have a huge murderous alien on their tail.
Lighting/Thunder: A flash of lighting followed by the rumble of thunder and Sam and John turned to Six, "it wasn't me."
Bonds: It was the last thing Six felt that connected her to Katarina: a small plastic necklace that she hid in the depths of her backpack; "Six," John said when he found the necklace and draped it across her slender neck, "you should wear this more often."
Market: "For the last time John, no, I am not going to buy that."
Technology: "John, I think Six broke the laptop;" "Not on purpose!"
Gift: It was her birthday and she forced the guys to promise not to get her anything; but John was never a good listener.
Smile: "Smile for me, please," John pleaded as he looked at her on his (maybe) deathbed; life slowly bleeding out of him; Six wanted to cry; she wanted to break down sobbing but instead followed his plea and smile brightly just because he asked.
Innocence: "You love each other," John chocked on his drink; Six nearly dropped the laptop in her hand as Ella, sweet little four-year-old version of Ella, looked at them with huge amber eyes and smiled; "You two love each other."
Completion: When they finally won, she allowed herself to feel.
Clouds: "It's going to rain," John turned to the girl beside him and then back to the clear blue sky over them, thinking something was wrong with his girlfriend; a few moments later it poured.
Sky: His eyes resembled the endless sky.
Heaven: This is what heaven must feel like; John thought as he rests his head on Six's lap, her fingers slowly and gently massaging his head.
Hell: He will willingly go through hell just if it meant being able to hear her laugh, see her smile, and taste her lips over and over again.
Sun: He is the sun; bright and shining; strong and warm.
Moon: She's the moon; cool and collected; mysterious and majestic.
Waves: John was doing it again; he was looking at Six's hair; loose from its usually tight ponytail; and wondering if it was naturally wavy.
Hair: "Oh no, Six, is that a gray hair I spy? Hey, wait, there's no need to get physica – ow, I'm sorry Six!"
Supernova: His words were harsh and impulsive like he didn't know what he was saying but meant every word; her words were cutting, attacking every weak point in his defense; their arguments are explosive remind Sam of a nova but much more power.