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Easy

The vendor sighs and seems to deflate ever so slightly before your eyes.

Easy

Nostrils flare like hairy little cannons.

Easy

Veins rise like old roots beneath his thin skin.

Medium

Whispered, urgent, seething.

Easy

Little bits of foam stick to it, and there are broken pieces at the side. She's torn it from something else.

Easy

She flaps her hands around inside them to demonstrate volume.

Easy

A light pink flush on her cheeks.

Medium

Anything. You can't feel anything.

Formidable

She touches a hand to the wounds on her chest.

Challenging

She shoots you a quick glance, trying to read your expression.

Formidable

It's not climbing fast, but it is climbing.

Medium

One of the thinner tendrils reflexively lifts as you nudge it.

Formidable

Warm cottage cheese dragged through battery acid.

Medium

Damp. Slightly raised. Almost fuzzy, like it's sweating.

Medium

Lopsided, only one half of his mouth lifts to bare his teeth in the sinister smile he gives you.

Easy

Fresh blood vessels pop in his eyes.

Easy

A labcoat splattered with blood both new and old.

Medium

Blood in his gums, too.

Medium

Oh, yeah. Feel that heft. This prybar's pried some shit.

Medium

The entry wound glows warm, as though awakened.

Medium

That's not liquor.

Easy

A noose around his neck. A labcoat splattered with blood both new and old.

Medium

The lettering on the man's t-shirt, although barely legible, reads: '¡TODOS SOMOS NESTOR!'

Easy

She rubs the card between her discerning thumb and forefinger.

Medium

The shadows under her eyes deepen. She swallows.

Challenging

Automatically, your eyes scan up from hers. You notice the lace at the front of her wig.

Challenging

Dolphins reflected in his eyeglasses.

Medium

Her husband clears his throat.

Medium

She sends a worried look to the door. Pascal sits beyond.

Easy

She pats her left hand dry on the tea towel hanging from the cupboard. There are tiny little daisies on it.

Medium

You hear someone laugh, loudly, on the roof above.

Challenging

'I wish I was deaf.'

Medium

His words uncertain, his bearing unsteady. Drunk, possibly high?

Legendary

Horrific chemical orgasm. A hallucinogenic purge of everything stored within the brain's archives, known to the laywoman as life flashing before your eyes.

Legendary

A faint but all-encompassing shiver passes through the old man like a tree-shaking wind. Then it's gone -- the tree resettles, a few leaves less than before.

Medium

Milk fills the glass of his eyes.

Easy

In the background you can hear the sound of machinery and men hurling masculine insults at each other as cargo is hauled from ship to shore.

Easy

Raindrops gather on the wreckage overhead.

Easy

You see a haze of coloured light, dark figures moving within.

Easy

You hear laughter and music ahead.

Medium

He's none-too-discreetly hiding a cigar-sized joint under his wrist.

Easy

Dust and carbon paper flakes dance in the circle of light.

Medium

The book flashes open for a moment -- you see that the margins are black with annotations furiously scribbled out on almost every page.

Medium

Ramses was white lithium grease and hash. Vespar: leather, salt, sour pear. Karolina, often up programming all night, wafted coffee wherever she went.

Trivial

A delicate fragrance rises from the bush: jasmine.

Medium

It tasted like perfume -- floral, bitter. The flavour lingered on your tongue all day.

Easy

A vast improvement on your current odour.

Medium

The smell is ecstatic, overwhelming.

Trivial

A hangover massages your skull. The sound of a blender makes your eyes itch.

Trivial

Upside down, the planes of the bathroom wall and floor form alien geometries. It's hard at first to tell what exactly you're looking at.