TWILIGHT

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Around 6:p.m, everywhere was still brightly shone by the evening sun. The sun was less intense on the body by now, but it somehow confused people, who thought there was still time. Suddenly, a gale
of wind swept slowly and slowly from the East-side of the road. The cracked glasses and the dusty particles that littered the road flew joyfully with the birds who were cawing endlessly on the
sky.The action of the wind for a while chased the brightly lit sun to the North-pole where it would spend the rest of its days before it would be called back to action. Meanwhile, the atmosphere
was still tensed: men and women were running haphazardly from one direction to the other. Those who could run to the North-side ran. Those who could find rescue to the East-side ran like a hunter's
dog which normally chased after its victims in the forest. What could now responsible for this anxiety that spread its wings round the street like a vulture which was feasting on a dead body? At
7:p.m, that was how the street had always been quietened by the run-away people, who feared the unknown, ruthless gunmen who always caused great havoc in the city: killing people, and as well as
stealing their belongings. This therefore made the Romalian Government to ban any activities beyond 7:00 p:m.- it was believed that the armed, barbaric men did visit the city.



Twenty minutes past after the street had been deserted, a red, shinny Toyota Hiace veered to the North-pole of the street.The tires of the Toyota Hiace screeched, raising a cracked stone up before
it came to a halt. Three armed-men with hard bony faces came out of the car unceremoniously. The three of the armed men had the same hairstyle. They also wore a thick ash raincoat. Their long,
black leather battle like boot reached the two cardinal points where the thighs and the leg met. Afterwards, one of the men checked the golden wrist watch. He laughed. It was the exact time they
did visit the city. He nodded to the rest of the two-men to affirm that they came at the right time. "Look up..." one of the men shouted aloud without completing the statement. They all glanced to
observe what was happening. It was a big iron, armour tank they saw afar off. The armour tank looked old. It was stinking out a stench of thick smoke. The smoke was bad. It somehow made the
atmosphere a little bit rustic. The three, armed men grinned to one another. They knew that the battle has just begun with the arrival of the department of Romalia's soldiers. The atmosphere smelt
of dead for a while. In the mean time, the three men quickly retreated to their car because the armour-tank was almost approaching. They all brought out a two- mouthed MP-5 sub-machine gun from the
packed car. Now, the armour tank came to a halt. Two, armed soldiers dashed out from the armour-tank. They both dressed gallantly in their dull khaki dress. Brutally, a thick deadly bullet sneaked
out of the MP-5 sub-machine gun. The bullet landed roughly on the chest of the first man followed by the second man. A thick, red blood oozed out immediately from the slashed chest. The department
of the Romalian Soldiers did not even dull themselves before replying with a gunshot. It seemed that they were lucky. The bullet ripped down one of the two men's arm. Blood flushed out and
immediately stained the other men. "Blood for blood," the men cried out. Energetically, they released a straight, hot bullet. The would-be victim soldier quickly dived for cover. The bullet
eventually hit the rear glass. The glass crashed, and later landed heavily on the body of one of the soldiers. A slight bruise quickly appeared, but he feigned the pain. Another gunshot emerged
wisely from the short 9mm sub-machine gun. The bullet zigzagged for a while in the air before landing on the two ruthless gunmen's fore-head. Blood violently gushed out. It moisturized the jagged
ground before it was thickened by the thin blowing air. The victorious soldiers were delighted. They chanted a glorious song of victory. However, a weak light lightened from the sky. The light was
very, very weak. It would be wrong to call it a sun. It glowed solemnly on the dead bodies with their clothes soaked with blood. The weak light pitied the way men butchered one another. For a
minute, it disappeared. The street has now been darkened by now.

Submitted: October 04, 2017

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Around 6:p.m, everywhere was still brightly shone by the evening sun. The sun was less intense on the body by now, but it somehow confused people, who thought there was still time. Suddenly, a gale of wind swept slowly and slowly from the East-side of the road. The cracked glasses and the dusty particles that littered the road flew joyfully with the birds who were cawing endlessly on the sky.The action of the wind for a while chased the brightly lit sun to the North-pole where it would spend the rest of its days before it would be called back to action. Meanwhile, the atmosphere was still tensed: men and women were running haphazardly from one direction to the other. Those who could run to the North-side ran. Those who could find rescue to the East-side ran like a hunter's dog which normally chased after its victims in the forest. What could now responsible for this anxiety that spread its wings round the street like a vulture which was feasting on a dead body? At 7:p.m, that was how the street had always been quietened by the run-away people, who feared the unknown, ruthless gunmen who always caused great havoc in the city: killing people, and as well as stealing their belongings. This therefore made the Romalian Government to ban any activities beyond 7:00 p:m.- it was believed that the armed, barbaric men did visit the city.

Twenty minutes past after the street had been deserted, a red, shinny Toyota Hiace veered to the North-pole of the street.The tires of the Toyota Hiace screeched, raising a cracked stone up before it came to a halt. Three armed-men with hard bony faces came out of the car unceremoniously. The three of the armed men had the same hairstyle. They also wore a thick ash raincoat. Their long, black leather battle like boot reached the two cardinal points where the thighs and the leg met. Afterwards, one of the men checked the golden wrist watch. He laughed. It was the exact time they did visit the city. He nodded to the rest of the two-men to affirm that they came at the right time. "Look up..." one of the men shouted aloud without completing the statement. They all glanced to observe what was happening. It was a big iron, armour tank they saw afar off. The armour tank looked old. It was stinking out a stench of thick smoke. The smoke was bad. It somehow made the atmosphere a little bit rustic. The three, armed men grinned to one another. They knew that the battle has just begun with the arrival of the department of Romalia's soldiers. The atmosphere smelt of dead for a while. In the mean time, the three men quickly retreated to their car because the armour-tank was almost approaching. They all brought out a two- mouthed MP-5 sub-machine gun from the packed car. Now, the armour tank came to a halt. Two, armed soldiers dashed out from the armour-tank. They both dressed gallantly in their dull khaki dress. Brutally, a thick deadly bullet sneaked out of the MP-5 sub-machine gun. The bullet landed roughly on the chest of the first man followed by the second man. A thick, red blood oozed out immediately from the slashed chest. The department of the Romalian Soldiers did not even dull themselves before replying with a gunshot. It seemed that they were lucky. The bullet ripped down one of the two men's arm. Blood flushed out and immediately stained the other men. "Blood for blood," the men cried out. Energetically, they released a straight, hot bullet. The would-be victim soldier quickly dived for cover. The bullet eventually hit the rear glass. The glass crashed, and later landed heavily on the body of one of the soldiers. A slight bruise quickly appeared, but he feigned the pain. Another gunshot emerged wisely from the short 9mm sub-machine gun. The bullet zigzagged for a while in the air before landing on the two ruthless gunmen's fore-head. Blood violently gushed out. It moisturized the jagged ground before it was thickened by the thin blowing air. The victorious soldiers were delighted. They chanted a glorious song of victory. However, a weak light lightened from the sky. The light was very, very weak. It would be wrong to call it a sun. It glowed solemnly on the dead bodies with their clothes soaked with blood. The weak light pitied the way men butchered one another. For a minute, it disappeared. The street has now been darkened by now.


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