Voices fade in the dark, fingernails bite half-moon smiles as the chill creeps into my veins and spit out ice. Glass crunches between my teeth and pokes blood from my gums. Fog flickers and a shadow pricks my throat, trying to peel away my face.
Looking for a crack to pry open.
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Entropy
Short StoryA story about love, despair, and chaos, told in fragments. Her screams echoed inside the glass coffin. I heard them. She scratched her fingernails bloody on the hard case that kept her inside. I felt the blood trickle down my own hands. She pounded...
