Echoes, the sounds of petite feet, encased within jet black slippers. They padded softly down the cobbled alley, dancing around the trash littering the stones. Moonlight streamed down from between the victorian styled houses, beaming onto her as if it were a spotlight. The silk midnight indigo dress slithered softly around her pale legs
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You going to continue it?
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and it's how I've developed. We used to do stuff like this all the time,
do you think I should??
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I really like your voice in your writing.
It's very personal and...interesting.
You put a lot of details and it makes the image pop into the readers mind easily :)
I say go for it!
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