They take me not where I want to go, but where I need to go, or perhaps nowhere at all.
Walking, running, meandering and sprinting away from that place, to a place I never thought I would return to again.
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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...
