The Eve

In evening, old man walked down the avenue holding newspaper. Black typographical signs created universe filled with sensations, gossips, reports and outright lies. One headline transformed into monster's face taking up moisture. Murk creature weighing devastating means it possessed, pierced scared pedestrians. Scarred man looked straight without hesitation, inviting fist fight but recoiled anticipating dire violence. Aging prostitute smiled showcasing bad teeth, exposing flabby, broken stockings packed, gammon, yearning for indecent late night company. Savage snout growled obscenely frightening whore, banishing her away. Cold evil presence locked sidewalks, only street band continued performing brooding gloomy march, punctuating doom's horrific arrival.

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