The Alley That Doesn't Exist on Our Neighborhood Map
A mysterious alley appears only on rainy days in the neighborhood, drawing a curious visitor deeper into its secrets.
This is an English translation of a story originally written in Korean by the
Hwasee.bang community, one sentence at a time.
Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
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Each sentence was submitted separately and chosen by community vote before the next one could be written. Nobody knew how it would end.
Read the Korean original →
And there I was, holding an umbrella, when a path appeared in front of the building's shops that had never been there before.
Mom told me never to follow strangers without knowing who they are, and never to enter unfamiliar roads carelessly.
But my feet were already stepping into that mysterious alley.
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