It is bright and livid, shooting its bleak rays ablaze, building heat behind my eyes and piercing my skull.
It is so sudden, I almost wish for the grey.
It is only the difference between the muted hue of rot and the explosive force of impact.
I don't know which was worse: drowning beneath the waves, or dying from thirst.
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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...
