Authors Note: This is my figurative langue piece. It is on a boy walk home through a alley.
The night sky gives the
alley a ghostly feeling. If I had to walk a million miles to get home or the
alley I would take the million miles, so I would not have to take this dark and
terrifying way. Tonight, this is my
only option as I have to get home fast for dinner. When I step into the alley
it feels like I am swallowed by darkness. I can hear every step I take. Hearing
the gun shots in the distance, followed by glass bottles breaking and sirens. My
heart is pounding like a marching band of drums. Every step I take I feel like
I am getting farther from the end. My blood is rushing through my body faster
than a cheetah running in an open field. I’m already late for dinner, should I
just run through or turn around? I dart for the end. I’m running faster than
Bolt in the Olympics. I am finally at the end. Dinner is ready for me when I
get home. Not a word is said by me about the alley.
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