Five Chilling 10-Word Stories.
Oct 30, 2020
The pen once drew the sun. Now, it draws blood.
Water laps at her ankles. If only she’d woken up.
She didn’t see the bullet. She never saw anything else.
“Five more minutes” he murmured at the beeping dioxide alarm.
He pulls at the plug. His last bit of strength.
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