Yup. I'm writing a story and it's very weird so far. There is a dead girl (Celia), a crazy, hipster dude (named Adam), and a truck that smells like dead cats...
yeah... here's the prologue:
I walk down the familiar streets of Downtown Detroit, the cool autumn air biting at my exposed skin. The memories these streets bring compose a slight smile upon my face. Well, not all of them. There is one that haunts me, leaves questions hanging from my lips, and keeps my broken inside. It's the memory of the day I died.
Dun Dun Dun! Pretty interesting huh?
okay bye!!!
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