Title: Night
by Katie from Oxfordshire | in writing, fiction
As the night closed in above my head, I sat scrunched up on the corner of the street. The stars slowly slid into my vision and my head was spinning in a whirlwind of thoughts. A cool breeze whispered around my feet like the breathe of a long forgotten monster. The coldness of the air pierced my skin with a silver knife of wind and I closed my eyes imagining the dawn that would be there in the morning. But that dawn never came.
Nightime
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