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Essay Archive - Creative Writing: Sycamore Street
Creative Writing: Sycamore Street
The sun set slowly, as I made a bending left turn down Sycamore
Street. The steamy February day brought lots of people outside. Noise and
music filled the air along with the strong aroma of fresh marijuana leaves.
Kids running, playing, fighting and causing as much ruckus as possible.
Cutlasses, Regals and Delta 88’s cruised slowly down the smooth street,
with deep vibrations flowing from the trunk.
A heavyset older man stood firmly over the Bar-BQ grill, smiling in
admiration of his work. A group of younger men huddled aro....
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