Audiobook Sample - When Clouds Take Form
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Just yesterday, while stations at my observation post looking out the window to Montgomery Street, I spotted Stink and a troop of four walking towards a nearby liquor store for almost anyone else. This track wouldn't have raised the hairs on one's four arms, as it did to me that day. But Stink was a reputable gangbanger from Slattery Street, a few blocks east of our house. He was an almond, huge, brown skinned frell kit, which spider twisted hair who was confined to a wheelchair due to consequences of past bullet wars. I presumed the gang's main rivals were the Bacon mob who happened to have family members living at the house directly across the street from mine. The intersection of the crews would most likely have on Lee. One outcome. A stained street and the soul is glare of stuffed animals bound to a utility pole in memoriam major drug connection. Seeded years ago in the mid eighties from far South Central L. A were now linked with the already seasoned thugs of Midwestern ST Louis. This painted our gangs with identifiable colors where no palm tree would ever last the winter. I knew the Slattery gang simply as any neighbor, as I had played football on the vacant lots with little brothers of the Bacon mob and here marched Stink, flanked on both sides of his war chariot and guarded by two to the rear, all clad and cherry red. I never quite understood why the members announced their presence by wearing their gain colors loudly, conspicuously and bacon Mob was no better, with group of Allegiance airbrushed on T shirts and mesh snapback caps. I watched as Stink and his troupe inched towards the Grand Avenue liquor store with the skittishness of white tell dear in an open field hands not too far from their waste, ready for any inkling of trouble, I ran to the other window facing Bacon Street, eager not to miss. A clash ensue on the tip of our lawn, but the backs of the gang slowly faded and two small red dots under the trees