She smiled, teeth covering the mouth that loved to spit poison words.
We sat in the twinkling dew grass, soaking into our clothes as the golden sky fell into purple. We'd regret it later.
She stood at the bank, curling and uncurling her scarf, calmly watching the river catch fire.
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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...
