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Creative Writing On Alien

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“Tip, tip, tip” the sound of soft raindrops hit my windshield like little feet dancing upon a stage. The smooth voice of Elvis sings over the pellets of rain washing over my car. The chorus sweeps over me and I release the tension in my shoulders. I can't help but shiver as Elvis’s voice “vibrates like an iron string” throughout the car. “Cause’ I can’t help, falling in love with you.” I glance over into the passenger’s seat and look into sapphire eyes that remind me of the sea touching the shore, but getting sent away abruptly. Focusing back on the road, I feel a hand touch mine delicately, making little circles on my skin and making me forget all that ever was and all that ever will be. All I know is this moment and that nothing else matters.

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