gomorrah

Chloe was sitting at one of her favorite booths in Gomorrah, waiting for Malara to show up. She had already gotten her first drink for the night. Malara left a poor first impression on Chloe. She came off as the sort of college freshman that Chloe would have called immature when she was a high...

<center><div style="width: 75%;border:0px;padding:15px;text-align:justify;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/2civITf.jpg" style="width:125px;height:125px;border:8px solid #0F51BA;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;"> Vinanye looked at the flyer he held in his hand. To be fair, Vinnie had several...

Gomorrah during the day was an odd sight. The night and the gobos overhead made everything sharper and more sinister. Without the music and the special effects, Gomorrah looked downright normal, its sharp, hellish colors dulled by sunshine and its fuzzy shadows. Aside from security, only the...

He was back here again. What the hell was the name of this nightclub? Gemmorah? He didn't remember walking back, but he must have, because he was standing outside the door. He was still damp from the lake, a little bit of seaweed tangled into his dark hair, but his clothes were dry...

Chloe didn’t even like night clubs. To be fair, she was also sixteen. It was kind of illegal for her to enter most night clubs. But she was opposed to the idea of a night club, and she disliked all of them on principle. Deafeningly loud music, pulsing crowds of people, and mind-altering...