It's a rainy night in Scrattersville of the outskirts of Ulan street.
It's a rainy night in Scrattersville of the outskirts of Ulan street. short story stories
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It's a rainy night in Scrattersville of the outskirts of Ulan street.

Rainy nights are the best as they are awe-inspiring and mind-soothing.

Writing against the window of the rainy street

Light flickers grainy in all simple colors.

We're not in a city or anything.

But this place I reside is a Golden record to me.

"Zilla, you're still awake?" my housemate, Destroya asked.

"Yes, Troy. Just writing a good old piece of literature."

Destroya and I were both freelance androids. It's easy to get along with someone alike you.

We do many things like help in social services

And we also do personal stuff most androids don't do but humans do occasionally °//_//°

"Grezilla, are you writing about that oddly suspicious guy?" Destroya surprised me.

What oddly suspicious guy? I looked closely at the window.

There's a guy on the quiet streets, a guy carrying a sack and armed with a knife.

His clothes are bloody and his face looks serious.

"Hey, wanna check that guy out?" Destroya initiated.

"Well, they said, 'Curiosity killed the cat'," I replied.

"But satisfaction brought it back," he continued.

"Then let's go."

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