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The Alleyway “It’s one long alleyway,” his guide explained. Jason stared at him, through the screen. The attention to detail was impressive—his fellow player’s likely stolen jacket fluttered impressively in the 3D environment. All around them was a hustle of activity, other gamers skulking by in the shadowed alleyway. “Anyway,”—at this the other player extended a	Heroin Alley We moved into our new house at the end of last summer. It’s nothing special but for a first home, we are extremely proud of it. The front yard is plagued with scattered dirt patches, the wiring is from the 1950’s, the A/C only works in certain rooms, and there is no room for a dishwasher, but it’s ours. In order to increase the aesthetic and practica	The Transient ball Dream of an entity, the dream of a city, the conscience of the atmosphere is clear. When the busybodies, everybody and nobodies slumber; the city contemplates. In fear of darkness the flicker of the cracked streetlights becomes the anomalous nightlight, whose shine reflects off of the shallow puddles of oil and water serpentine. Becoming strobe light prisms where the alley cats dance an
Underworld Drain Cats and Rats The Alley Cats and Alley Rats: I was never fond of the Snobbers maybe its cause I was left in a storm drain as unwanted trash in the Upperworld but down here in the Drains everybody ’z trash. We, Drain Runners, used to be Alley Dwellers when we were topside but we got chased into the Drain. We kept our Alley names tho…don’t know why…maybe ‘cause it reminded of	In the Alley of the Kings In the Alley of the Kings, where the cats run wild, The rodents scurry fearfully, their ears hunched in terror. They wait for the teeth of their predators to befall them, The unrelenting persecution a daily constituent of life. The Kings, these Darwinian omens of death, Pay no mind to the plight of the mice beneath them. Instead, they take what is rightfully the rodents', Carelessly swipin	Alley Cats and Alley Rats by Grymauch Alley Cats and Alley Rats By Grymauch Wayne could still hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance as he remained crouched and huddled in the shadows of the back alley he had taken refuge in. He shivered and did not know whether it was because he was terribly cold or terribly afraid. As Wayne lowered his head into his hands he thought what have I done&helli
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