Dead End Train - Original Writing

Dead end train - Original lighting to the Scarborough train written in yellow bold written on the screen "Platform IV". The stairs which are steeply isolated are aging for many years. I walked through the black and slimy stairs. As I approached the platform, I noticed the silence of homosexuality - I could not see the soul. I patiently wait until 7:15. As if someone had bothered them, the shadow was driven by anxiety. An abandoned refreshing package is one of many items that ignorant passengers throw at random.

I woke up this morning and my right hand was completely dead. This dead tumor is hanging at the edge of my arm. Like a skin label. I do not feel bad - I am not feeling well - My ideas cry and write. How do you write? The only way to say on the right is that you can see it. I wanted to move by looking at my hand. At first there is nothing; for the first time in a long time - it looks like sports. I have not sighed yet of relief. I can only think about what will happen. My right hand is dying. This sport is an opportunity for short-lived breathing. After looking like a moment, it will stop responding to my command to work

Suspended and I sighed. What happened to all these signs of blind spot? I knew it would be a dead end, but I drove back to the road and tried it again. My GPS was interrupted and there was no signal. Why is it troublesome for me to come here? I remembered the invitation letter Madeleine sent to me. The marble fountain is a small white house in front of you. There are several bushes of roses that line the front roads along the door. There is no neighboring house. I drove for a while before giving up. The sky started to dark, the stars peeped into the dark. I wasted my time and I went in the direction I came in and prepared to go home. A dead end sign stopped the way. I turned around. There is no parking lot on the road because it is a narrow unpaved road. I took a deep breath to calm herself and continued running while hoping to find a way back to the highway. Eventually I decided to quit. Wherever you go, you will be back in front of the Dead End logo.

It will never be a dead end. Consider the yellow dead end sign at the end of a residential area in a small town; the old crooked fence is bent beside the road; old trees and unattended weeds and grass grow behind the rail, around and around It is a monarch, a kind of deer that attracts attention, and it surprises you with a sudden awakening vision. Maybe this road is not the place you want, but it already leads you here, and now there are more places to see.