Misery is stuffed into the alleyway corners of the city. It dulls the sparkle considerably.
It has soaked into sidewalk cracks and into graffitied walls.
Etched in every gaunt and dejected face that has given up on life getting any better than mean survival on mean streets. Garbage, damaged bodies and damaged minds. Each has a story that could snap your heart in two, so don't ask.
Normally I would pass through with my windows up, doors locked, music on.
Now I am one of them, too.
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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...
