The vacuum roars in my ears. This would be better, wouldn't it?
The teeth chew up carpet and spit it out, clean and rumpled, dust-free and ripped to shreds.
Roaring fills my ears, echoing inside my head and gnashing its teeth at the bone of my skull, trying to break inside.
A tiny flame sparks into the air when I yank the plug.
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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...
