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ObjectWriting => Object Writing Word Of The Day => Topic started by: Lowwraine13 on January 11, 2019, 12:48:18 AM



Title: Wind
Post by: Lowwraine13 on January 11, 2019, 12:48:18 AM
                   Night time had fallen on the streets of St. Louis. The lamps lit up the parts of the sidewalk you try to remain in. My black shoes tapping away in the deathly quiet outskirts of the city. Accompanied by the occasional buzzing of the lamp light and bugs leaving the warmth of the fluorescent glow. The drifting echo of police sirens reminded me that I wasn't too far away. I was heading into the rustle of it all. My black trench coat hung low over my bottom, my hat hung low just over my eyes, and my hands tucked in the pockets still getting hit by the occasional chill blowing in off the mississippi. I was on a mission..