“This place is going to blow your mind.” I squeezed Bell’s hand as we walked along a rain-choked sidewalk past rundown shops and restaurants. The evening was quiet and most folks hid inside from the rain, but Bell didn’t seem to mind—she sloshed through the puddles and peered up from beneath her hood, dark teal hair falling in piles around her face.
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Your short stories are awesome!
Nicely done. Just the right amount of creepiness without overdoing it. I really enjoyed it.