When switch-blades shine in a moon-lit back-alley, you know you’re not alone.
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May 18, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
When switch-blades shine in a moon-lit back-alley, you know you’re not alone.
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May 18, 2014
Writing about living in two places (and times)
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Man you are dark tonight….just my style..but so on edge…
It’s even worse with the sound of switchblades…
Another wonderful American Sentence Björn… I am a bit jealous, I am not that great with American Sentences. Thank you for sharing.
Whow – this IS dark! With or without switchblade sounds …
When switch-blades shine in a moon-lit back-alley, you know you’re not alone.
“But only fools bring knives to a gun fight,” she said as the bullets pulverized their bones.
now it’s dark:)
Wow, Bjorn, that’s dark and scary.
Of course I don’t intend to go into any dark allys in the near future. 🙂 —Susan
Or Jr high school stair wells when the lunch bell rings… in the city.
Way before all the rules of just what could be brought to school in a back pack! That is what your sentence reminded me of!
Spot on in your face reality! ~Jules
oooh! great one. scary!
Great American Sentence