Creative Writing: The Western Front

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A city was fast asleep as the night shrouded it. The only ones awake were those who belong to the night. A young man ran down the sidewalk, panting heavily. The hoodie they wore covered their face from those around. Every now and then, they kept looking back. No matter how fast or how far they went the figure was still hot their tail. The more he went the less number of people was seen. The moment all witnesses were out of sight did the figure make their move. The figure leapt and landed in front of the man. For the first time he saw the figure closely. They wore a black fedora, covering slick silver hair, black trench coat, red shirt, black trousers and boots. The man slowly backed away. The figure peered down at him with their at him

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