The rhythmic sound of cars driving down the road, the subtle breeze shaking the trees.
Leaves dance in the light wind, crashing against the car and falling, ultimately, to the ground. 230 more words
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The barristers gather along an oak table in front of the witness box, leaning back in their chairs, chatting about their disapproval of the coffee served by the café at the entrance of the County Court. 924 more words
MY GOOD FRIEND, Kirsten, had a bad time of it in the run up to Christmas, even discounting her two month long sinus infection. Not only has her father been battling (and thus far, thankfully, winning) a rare, life-threatening disease for months but friends and relatives started dropping like flies. 1,331 more words
The Pride Parade wound through the streets like a river of exuberant joy. Dance formations were followed by floats blasting music out of oversized speakers. The gaps in between were filled out by groups of people dancing, strutting, marching along, waiving signs, arms, and hips. 341 more words