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Essay Archive - Creative Story: Lonely
Creative Story: Lonely
It was a quiet night. No cars driving by, honking their horns. No
sounds of little kids yelling. No dogs barking. Just peaceful and quiet. A
gentle breeze blew with an occasional smell of spring in it. The air was just
right, cool and fresh. Keith sat on his favorite porch rocking chair. He was
just relaxing and gathering his thoughts. He liked to think. He liked to think.
He thought about his dreams, he thought about his life and how it was going.
He thought about his dog and how it used to be a playful puppy full of energy.
It sure grew up fast. Keith thought ....
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