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I love the idea, where do I sign-up for writing it?

Thanks for the heads up! I really think a artist will suit the narrative, add in some color and motion to the sets , but it's great as it is , Good luck with the story, a few more and there will be a chapter  :) !

*I've given it a slight rewrite, ammending a few things.  I love the intro.  A very nice tidy introduction.  Doesn't give anything away about the story, but builds upon the main character.*

Any edits I have made are in bold.

It was **unthinkable that** **just a few hours ago** these same streets were bustling with people. 

**Man-made** noise and chaos had been replaced by the wonderful orchestra of **the natural** nightlife. The sway of the breeze, the **singing of the birds along with the crickets chirping**.  The many stars **dangling in the sky overhead**, together with the **yellow** moon, providing the **most serene lighting and atmosphere ever**.  It was a perfect stage for **an end to** the day's drama. 

Work had dragged on a little longer than expected which threatened the chances of catching a bus. He did catch it, only to discover he had left his headphones behind. This was the last bus for the night**,** but not even that fact would be strong enough to come between him and his headphones. Not on this night.

Corey had gotten off the bus at the next stop, which was already quite a distance from the cafe **where he worked**. He ran the entire distance back to the cafe without breaking a sweat; something he gave **himself credit** for.  **He proverbially patted himself on the back** just before going in to retrieve his headphones. 

(*I think this bit needs expanded on; I don't understand what these mumblings are*) The mumblings he heard were still running wild in his head. (*Are the mumblings coming from the managers office?*)  It was the manager's office but felt he had no reason to bother himself about it. He shrugged off the thoughts, and with his mind incapable of being idle, he suddenly began to admire himself. 

In truth, it had been a very long walk home **and** he wouldn't have dared to try this just two months ago. Some viral video he stumbled upon on YouTube had motivated him to keep himself fit. It was tough keeping up with the early morning jogging initially but he kept at it. Tonight, all the hours spent jogging paid off. 

The lights inside the house were still on, which meant his dad wasn't in bed yet. Corey dragged his almost 6 foot frame through the door looking very exhausted. 

"What's the story today boy?" His dad asked from under his reading glasses. It was not the first time Corey would come home late. 

"Won't the old man ask the young boy to eat before talking about the long day?" Corey managed to mumble the words as he made for the kitchen. 

It was in truth more than a modest apartment for a school teacher. Living in a predominantly white neighborhood, Corey grew up a very privileged child. 

The entire day was played out on the dining table after the meal had been devoured. There was never a boring time with his dad and he loved that. 

"I better get to my room real quick. I've got an appointment in dreamland." Corey said as he kissed his father goodnight. 

"Korede Evans, the true son of the one and only Kolade Evans, his very handsome father" his father said as he watched Corey leave the room. 

Raising him in a neighborhood like **this** made it **very** important for him to always remind his son of his roots. The rest of the world might call him Corey but to him, he will always be Korede.

*I really love the ending bit.  Dialogue is top notch.*

https://steemit.com/fiction/@dreemit/reborn-chapter-one-seven-weeks-earlier

found a nice piece , but it's too much for me to read , I would rather go over other posts and I have to write my own too :) so hope you can diest it and find some inspiration

also 
https://steemit.com/fiction/@everittdmickey/ride-the-lightning-episode-32

is a great author an writer , but I can't catch up with everyone

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