The naughty clouds were overshadowing the moon as they grinned in their way.
It was dark as the light that the moon stole from the sun was hidden behind the dark round clouds.
The roads were deserted, and one could hear the frogs croaking.
Not a single soul, wandered out, not after witnessing Dazzle's arrival with their own eye.
Even if she helped many of them, still she is a killer. Posters dissing Dazzle, some supporting her, lied around the alleys.
Her bright face shone brightly through the posters, with the wordings saying, "She is crazy." above it.
Not to forget that her face was coloured, badly with markers.
I mean, how the hell would she have a moustache and horns if it wasn't the work of the marker.
A heavy wind blew from the northern side.
It lost its force as it swept through the alley, picking up the torn posters.
The wind, along with one of the poster, flew around the city.
