This piece is for the trifextra challenge. So here it goes:
The rebellion had already begun.
We heard some sort of rustling noise.
I looked out of the window.
There were indeed problems.
All I remember next, is the sound of the rain harassing my inane body.
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ooops – first in, then out . . . what is in the middle is a mystery. 🙂 I like it.
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Very good writing!
Thank you!
I like the harassing rain.
thanks!
sound of rain harassing the body is cool. But do you mean to say inert?
No. I used inane becaused I wanted to use a word that means senseless as well as futile! thank you for reading!
Ooh intriguing! I love it.
thank you!!