Theodora.
But she always liked Theo.
Some called her Dora. Or Teddy. They liked warping and twisting her own name until it wasn't her own anymore.
But I called her Theo.
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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...
