When I stared into the ground, I thought of the tree. The skeleton tree that stood, crumpled, in the grass, hidden behind tangled vines. So small and bent on top, but its roots twisted and spun into the deep earth.
Sick. I had it cut down after she left.
It hardly made a sound when it fell. But the roots hung on.
This is how the world ended. Not with a bang, but with a quiet 'oh thank god.'
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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...
