In the ardent hours of my youth, the fever of life possessed me. It was a burning intoxication as I sneaked out of the bedroom window, and silently clambered down the sycamore, landing sure footed and silent as a midnight cat while the adrenaline of the heist surged through eager veins.
Back then, I would run down the street in the shadows, hardly winded, barely waking slumbering dogs, and rendezvous with the Dead-Boys in Henderson Park. We were seventeen, and, through such juvenile eyes, the world was ripe for reaping. I felt as if the world had been subject to terrible and ancient rift - the hours of sunlight belonging to beings benevolent, controlled and organised, while the moonlight hours transitioned across a divine fracture into the domain of the untamed, vivacious and filled with the chaotic order of our soulful youth.
It was a domain we shared with thieves, prowling criminals, vandals and whores, but to our eager eyes, this was a world of wonder, waiting to be explored, primed for trailblazing and, by God, did we blaze back then!
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Tend Towards
General FictionThese are my entries into the Weekly Wattpad Contest by @Contests that I judge. And maybe just one or two contest entries into contests that I don't. How fun. Key: [W] Weekly Wattpad Contest [F] Writing Fury's Weekly Contest [P] Pedantic Prosody [R]...