A beast.
Small at first. Growing larger with every word we spoke.
Treachery starved, it loomed, stalked, waiting for us to scratch out each other's throats.
We knew it was there. But we ignored it, for as long as we could.
Until we couldn't.
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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...
