Hey, hey, hey! I'm a sixteen-year-old girl with a passion for reading and writing. Aside from that, I enjoy correcting people, chocolate, and traveling.
Not my best, I know... advice would be nice.
Written By: Verity Fynn
July 4, 2015
You can only see this city when the asphalt is wet from rain. Only then do you realize that Nordel, the city underneath our feet, is our distorted mirror. The people are your disfigured shadows, copying your every move. Everyone seems to mock us there, doing what we do, but looking weirder, sillier, somehow. Houses and streetlights stretch far, far up (or down, for us) deep into the center of the earth. In Nordel, the streets are always wet, and the inhabitants watch our every move. There is no freedom here, for people are bound to their doppelgangers above.