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Original Writing - Prose: The rain splashes slowly onto the dark cobbles , the gray clouds hanging low as the wind sweeps through the narrow alleyways
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Visions The rain splashes slowly onto the dark cobbles , the gray clouds hanging low as the wind sweeps through the narrow alleyways. From a window high above the ground two small eyes peer into the smoky depths of the surrounding city. No movement, however small is missed by those all-encompassing eyes, the soaked leaves blown savagely down the streets. The rats scurrying down into the sewers, the rain-bedraggled cat loping sorrowfully under the shelter of a battered doorway. The small eyes peruse the whole city. Suddenly, an unfamiliar movement is noticed, the eyes peer curiously through the gloom of the smog filled sky towards the direction of the motion. The eyes search out the unrevealed object slowly breaking over the horizon into the line of vision. As the nature of the object is gradually divulged, an unknown excitement builds up in the beholder. There was something of a legend surrounding those eyes,...
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