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The footsteps indented the liquid surface, the lashing rain slapped against the inch-deep continuous puddle that lay across the urban metropolis.

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The footsteps indented the liquid surface, the lashing rain slapped against the inch-deep continuous puddle that lay across the urban metropolis. My head was low and was burrowed into the collar of my soaked black coat, trying to shield myself from the power of nature. All around me were broken windows and the ashy skeletons of houses that had succumbed to arson. On and on I walked, further and further did I move away from civilisation as I delved into the sunken depths of this torn neighbourhood. Shadows lurked in every crevice and unspoken terrors tried to lure me inside, but I didn't listen and just kept on walking - head down and heavy footed. The wind bellowed in my flimsy hood and clawed savagely onto my head, gnawing and pecking my eyes, ears and nose constantly. I should've accepted it was an ominous demon but I was oblivious to everything around me apart from the grinning shadows and the daggers that fell from the turbulent vapours above. ...read more.

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One of them, a negro, had tears rolling down her face and was trembling as she got into the car. The emotions inside me were as mixed as the colours in the belching sky; curiosity turned into sorrow before quickly turning into anger and then rage. The boiling blood inside me pulsated around every vessel and my intense objectiveness screamed out of every open pore on my skin. Centuries of oppression against the black people had led to this deprivation and neglect, even they had evacuated this area with the infestations of bulbous rats to leave a lifeless mockery of an ethnic nation. The shadow in the house next to me was precariously inviting me in, shining out from the rest that wanted their turn. I walked through the 'doorway' which was nothing more than three broken beams of dark oak that swayed in the breeze. A scratched white door that smelt of urine and was splattered in graffiti such as, 'Tariq was 'ere 1996 forever', stood before me with a great light and sweet humming of 'Wade in the Water' came from beyond. ...read more.

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One day the blacks will be free and we will live in harmony. One day.' A gunshot caused me to open my eyes. I found myself sitting alone on a bright green patch of grass that seemed to be soft and dry despite the falling rain . All around was dark, silent and overpowering. I was alone again in this cruel world with it's cruel fat-cat's in New York and dictators of Communism. Alas Kennedy was shot when those words were spoken, and all sense of decency and freedom for the negros died with him. Old Mamma and her cookies had perished in an arson attack for her beliefs in democracy. It began the slip into the sad state of affair that the world is in today. I sat in the refreshing rain once again and watched as a quaint feather fell onto my saturated lap. A sign that in this darkness there is always hope for the future and this is what we should cling onto until we die. Here I sit, Old Mamma's history re-invented. Paul Plant English Original Writing Coursework: December 2003 The Negro's histories Re-invented ...read more.

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