Léda Daróczi
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I am an interior designer and a martial arts enthusiast. I often find myself writing short stories or inspirational thoughts. I use art and writing as a way to express my ever-developing view of the world.
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It was a rainy, cold night in New York. The cars were trailing lights along the busy streets. Mr. George’s heartbeat was thumping. His busy footsteps were loud, but nobody could notice it amongst the stream of people. His forehead was beading with both raindrops and sweat. He was in agony. He felt his body increasingly become warmer as the rush of the events raised his blood pressure. He was experiencing a shock to his system, but he did not know who to call, who to trust. The noise of the streets, the pulsating lights, and the circulating people all built him a sensation of vertigo. The only soothing element was the water – cool, gentle fall of the rain helping him breathe and place one step in front of the other.
By Léda Daróczi5 years ago in Criminal
