A short story started with 'It was raining that night while I was returning home from school'.
A short story started with 'It was raining that night while I was returning home from school'. Gpm7B
It was raining that night while I was returning home from school. Droplets of water drummed against my pale-yellow vintage umbrella as I nonchalantly strolled down the long street shaded with grayish-green weeping willows. Folklore, the iconic album in my left ear on a cold and dreary night, soothed the innermost layer of my soul. The scent of soggy earth invaded my nostrils as the wind ruffled my silky hair.
A big, sweet smile on Mr. Oliver's bearded face appeared as warm as his freshly baked buttery golden brown muffins. An iced caramel latte refreshed my mind, filled with scattered thoughts.
It was raining that night while I was returning home from school. Droplets of water drummed against my pale-yellow vintage umbrella as I
nonchalantly
strolled down the long street shaded with grayish-green weeping willows. Folklore, the iconic album in my
left
ear on a
cold
and dreary night, soothed the innermost layer of my soul. The scent of soggy earth invaded my nostrils as the wind ruffled my silky hair.
A
big
, sweet smile on Mr. Oliver's bearded face appeared as warm as his
freshly
baked buttery golden brown muffins. An iced caramel latte refreshed my mind, filled with scattered thoughts.
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