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Fle Descriptive

The street once vibrant with life and laughter has transformed into a desolate and broken landscape, marked by the absence of its former residents and the decay of its surroundings. The narrator reflects on the rapid changes over the past year, feeling a deep sense of loss and nostalgia for what once was. Despite the harsh reality of the present, the narrator seeks solace in the memories of a happier time, highlighting the transient nature of life.

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Fle Descriptive

The street once vibrant with life and laughter has transformed into a desolate and broken landscape, marked by the absence of its former residents and the decay of its surroundings. The narrator reflects on the rapid changes over the past year, feeling a deep sense of loss and nostalgia for what once was. Despite the harsh reality of the present, the narrator seeks solace in the memories of a happier time, highlighting the transient nature of life.

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Write a description of a street which has changed overtime

The celadon leaves swerved indolently to the supple gusts of wind. Gone were the amaranth houses,
the substantial repertoire of trees and the strident cries of the birds that I once called home. The
only thing left were my hopes of what this place would be. It’s funny how people say ‘time changes
everything’, always assuming the change would be for the good.

As the first rays of the tangerine orb scintillated through the marshmallow like clouds – it seemed to
invigorate the crimson roofs of the despondent houses which once sheltered the endless cackles and
laughter of comical children. What had happened to the congested city centre, for now it remained
trafficked with broken trees and plants instead of people. Striding further ahead, the river that once
cascaded so elegantly had simply ceased to exist. The profound mountain range however still
seemed surprisingly steady. ‘thud, thud, thud!’ the sound filled my ears along with the emanating
smell of petrichor – to which perfumes felt detrimental crowded my nostrils, gossamer haze now
dominated the vast landscape and amplified the sound of rain even further. Rushing to the battered
awning, the deafening crash of thunder bruised the grey rocky path as the stones agonised in unison;
causing a huge crevice which seemed to scar the Earth. Nevertheless, the ground received
ephemeral minutes of exaltation as its desperation for moisture seemed fulfilled by the heavy
terrestrial downpour.

Waiting for the cloudburst to halt, a plethora of thoughts wandered my mind ‘how had so much
changed in just a year? ‘what had happened to all my neighbours, my friends even my family - where
were they now?’.

Everything was different now, so much had changed; it reminded me that what life gives, it can take
away just as easily. It seemed so unfair and harsh but even so it remained true. Coming here was an
attempt to restore the emptiness inside of me, to feel the same sense of contentment when things
were normal, but then again when have I ever gotten what I longed for.
Write a story that involves a plan that goes wrong

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