"Hey pipsqueak, where is this place? It doesn't look familiar." I asked a weedy looking runt of a kid, which gawked at me instead of answering my question. "Wait don't run off. Ugh. Another one, why can't they just tell me, instead of running off!" I'll forget about him, since he's not worth my time, but right now I need to figure out where and who I am.
I know, I know this might sound crazy but I don't know who I am or why everyone has been giving me these 'ew your gross' looks. Everything is more confusing then, well I would say confusing as hell but that seems straight forward, no straight down.
I stayed in the ally i found myself stationed at, still wet from waking up in the darker end of the shadows, where an old pipe guzzled water above the spot my legs were, before I woke up. The wet patches on my lower legs were almost dry and unnoticeable on my sky blue jeans, but I still smelled of rats and moldy food. Gross
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Devon's lost
FantasyI wrote this one for an assignment. The prompt was "something in an unexpected place" so... what's the most unexpected thing to do... it was to have a demon above Tartarus. This isn't a love story but I do want to add a couple extra chapters. (Idk...
