- Dec 21, 2009
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I love writing for fun, and I'm working on this right now. How do you think it is? Is it good?
City
Sam -------
I step onto the train. The train that will carry me to my lifelong dream. My dream of going to the city, to pursue my dreams. Multiple people have stopped my dreams of becoming free. Free from everything. Free from people telling me what to do, and telling me what not to do. This train will bring me to my dream, and I have finally noticed that no one can stop me. I feel indestructible on the train that rumbles towards the city. When I step off and into the station, I am in disbelief. All the people, cultures, and food are booming towards my face, screaming for attention. Some people stare, some people beg, and most people just walk by, making me practically invisible. I feel the bounce in my steps as I walk towards the information desk that will help me towards my lifelong dream of becoming free. Though I am filled with anticipation, I am also so very nervous. You see, this is all new to me: This whole lifestyle. I limp towards the desk, and then I make a sudden stop. The finely suited man just smiles, until it becomes awkward, so he walks back into his office. I turn around, and head toward the grand door. When I step onto the cool surface of the sidewalk, I get a whiff of cheap hot dogs. The cars and taxis whip past me, the lonely country kid in an urban city.
City
Sam -------
I step onto the train. The train that will carry me to my lifelong dream. My dream of going to the city, to pursue my dreams. Multiple people have stopped my dreams of becoming free. Free from everything. Free from people telling me what to do, and telling me what not to do. This train will bring me to my dream, and I have finally noticed that no one can stop me. I feel indestructible on the train that rumbles towards the city. When I step off and into the station, I am in disbelief. All the people, cultures, and food are booming towards my face, screaming for attention. Some people stare, some people beg, and most people just walk by, making me practically invisible. I feel the bounce in my steps as I walk towards the information desk that will help me towards my lifelong dream of becoming free. Though I am filled with anticipation, I am also so very nervous. You see, this is all new to me: This whole lifestyle. I limp towards the desk, and then I make a sudden stop. The finely suited man just smiles, until it becomes awkward, so he walks back into his office. I turn around, and head toward the grand door. When I step onto the cool surface of the sidewalk, I get a whiff of cheap hot dogs. The cars and taxis whip past me, the lonely country kid in an urban city.