This is a story I wrote in 11th grade for an English assignment. It was supposed to be based off the story "The Devil and Tom Walker". I like but I think I could've done a better job. Here it is:
It was a warm breezy night in early August in the city of good times and black magic. Streetcars filled with people rumbled by. A man playing a saxophone entertained tourists on the outskirts of the French Quarter. The outline of a barge could be seen making its way down the Mississippi. Overall, the air of New Orleans was crisp and clean, but to Lexie James, it was foul. But it wasn't the smoky atmosphere of the bar that was bringing her down, it w