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STORY OPENING - SABRINA'S (RANDOM WORDS)


 * Controversy** swirled around me. I was feeling something huge, something **abhorrent**, and my body wants to be the **dominant** one. My hand clutched tightly around a golden vase, an **ancestral** thing that belongs to my great-grandfather, while I stood there at the **summit** in **turmoil**. In front of me, stood an elegantly varnished long dinner table. At the end of the golden table, sat the six-inch high, shimmering throne. It was luminous in the dark, and will be the spot where my uncle, the "rightful" king, will sit and gobble up his dinner. The red wine is already filled in every single glasses. I began to move until I reached my uncle's silver glass, half-filled with red wine. **Anatomically**, my body structure is in perfect shape, but my **kindred** spirit and mind is **distraught**. **Dusk** started to pour over - I can see it through the draped, majestic windows that arched the dining room. I was **enveloped** by it.

I wasn't **contempt** by this situation, and even though I wasn't **assigned** to do it, I pulled out the **cyanide** and acted fast. I poured it into the red wine and watched it dissolve in just a few seconds. My pupils **dilated** while I laughed darkly. My uncle deserved it, after what he did to my father. My uncle deserved to die. When I heard footsteps approaching, I flew out from the room through a human-sized hole I had found hidden inside the cupboard storing drinks. There will be no trace of me... Only the trace of my revenge.