city in traffic story

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The water traffic within the city was intersected; the narrow, packed network of rivers split the city into tiny patches while numerous different types of boats passed through. Looking from above, it was a city that floated on water. At that moment, several large warships stopped at the large harbor as though they were fortresses moving across the water. Many people, who were wearing unusual uniforms, walked down. "Father!"

Roll this over into the fanfiction section of Webnovel. You'll get more traffic '-'

the only issue with the writer is that he deliberately finds traffic ways to end the stories

The city takes my breath away as it stretches beyond the taxi windows, rolling past like giant scenery being unfurled by an invisible stagehand. Inside the cab, I’m cool, quiet and untouchable. Just an observer. But out there, in the hot stickiness of a July afternoon, London is moving hard and fast: traffic surges along the lanes and people throng the streets, herds of them crossing roads whenever the lights change. Bodies are everywhere, of every type, age, size and race.