Sweetheart Harley
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A mindless circle of unending screaming, spiraling faster and faster as darkness rises and drowns the screams to muffles. The smallest spark of light exists somewhere, because even in a nightmare there is hope. It just has to be found.
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Static The sound of car alarms, yelling, and wisps of voices ricocheted down every alley, avenue, and engulfed the city in a never-ending sound of static. The underground subway rumbled the ground so hard some people swear it could split the earth in two. Neon light after neon light lit up late night windows all begging for a passerby to stop in for a quick drink that would spiral into a night of intoxication. High heels crackled against the ground as laughter rose around the 15 story buildings that surrounded this “15 Places to Visit Before You Die” city.
By Sweetheart Harley4 years ago in Fiction
