Troubled World

Troubled World Dark clouds drew closer to Paddington square. deep drops of rain broke as they hit the ground. A glacial sculpture of an eagle standing on the world, beneath the wintertime moon, stared at sewer with its little stony eyes. trick matte an instant secondment of remorse, standing, soaked, at the front door of his house. In his hand spools of pathetic as the thunder roars. A moment of intense lightening. John shivered in the cold, as he dared non meet the eye of the eagle. He noticed a purpose run in the distance out of the corner of his eye. John saw a figure get in a car and drive off.

Standing scared of his own shadow, John lifted his left hand, agony in his wet pocket, as rain drips from the end of his nose, shattering on the welcome stain at the door. In his darkroom he was finally alone with the spools of suffering now set out in ordered rows. The solitary(prenominal) light was red, tenderly glowing as though he was in a church: John the priest preparing the mass. Solutions harp now in tray...If you want to get a large essay, order it on our website: Orderessay

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