It was not the cliched night setting one often finds fit to begin a story of this caliber, but was a sunny day where those rays of light from the sky penetrated the skin, causing warmth to flood through my very bones.
I wanted to approach the taxi awaiting me and escape from the heat that clawed at me with such desperation, but from the corner of my eye I found a shop with various colors dabbling in both neon and more subdued reds, greens, blues, oranges, and several other duos of colors as contradictory to one another as colors could be.
This intriguing place could not be ignored, so I then pulled over a local, drawing the strings of my hood tighter with anxiety- I must admit I was greatly shy dealing with strangers. "What is that place?" I questioned and pointed, choosing to ignore her mistrustful expression. "An old curio shop, one with a bad reputation at that." She quickly mumbled under her breath heading away from me, "not that anyone would be suspicious of a fellow like yourself heading there."
I trotted somewhat fast from my current placement, and I laughed under my breath, wondering how the lady had such a bad impression of a normal seventeen year old like myself. Well, I was used to this behavior by now.
At first happy, I leaped into the air conditioned entrance- I planned to investigate the place for myself. So comforting was the crisp air, so fresh and sweet, I imagined a veil of frost coating me in a cloud of coolness.
But, as often happened in my life, I found darkness in the best of places, a bad omen is probably the most accurate way to describe it. Goldfish. And that they where here now could only mean one thing; the future had unkind things in store for myself.
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Damascus Steel
ParanormalA fantasy tale with subtle notes of horror, a concealed antagonist , and a predicament that must be solved at all costs. This is a story that takes you on a journey, one where dark and light mingle together like the black and white of a Damascus ste...
