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E/O Challenge Word: Massage
Word Count: 100
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The initial crash was muted. He saw himself from above and suddenly sensed an omniscient presence that radiated an impetuous, ominous tranquility, massaging his weary soul. His limbs flew forward and carried like a ragdoll's and his head whipped back, seemingly polarized by his limbs.
The second crash was worse and brought with it an intense pain. He was thrown again, this time back into a mortal form that seemed claustrophobically constricting and comforting. He was back and his brother was screaming his name from the passenger's seat. His blood-stained mouth moved sluggishly to form a single syllable.
"Shit."