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Danny lavell                            My creative writing

        It was the 11th of September 2001 and was a lovely warm and tranquil morning. Not a lot of people had stirred as it was only 6:00 am but although I had to be at work in half an hour I didn’t feel like rushing because I was in one of those lazy moods and I was still a bit tired. When I was dressed and fed, I left my house and started to walk down the shady quiet street towards the fire station in which I worked. When I finally got there, the sky had brightened up and there was sound starting to emerge from the everyday morning start of the 9 to 5’ers who seem to have so many things to do before they go to work and are rushing around to get everything done.

       Inside the fire station there were already some of the lads, joking around with each other and watching a bit of television, so naturally I went and joined in.  

        Along came 8:00am which meant that we had to go and clean the engines and ready the equipment, just in case we had any emergency calls, this prepared us and meant that we could respond at our best. It was nearly 10:00am all but about a minute and we had finished all of our daily tasks so (although I am a fireman) I decided to go outside for a cigarette and relax a bit.            

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        I loved just going outside and standing in the street, you could watch the mayhem of the everyday life of all the other people around, also we had some fantastic views from our street, for example the world trade centre, it was magnificent, the tallest two buildings in the world, so close to my daily life.  

        I don’t know why, but on that particular morning, for the couple of minutes that I stood there I felt a bit strange. I noticed how everyone around was so happy and cheerful. There was ...

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