100-Word Story: On Her Deathbed

Lights off. The room begins to change into a cave that houses demons. The green-eyed demon unleashes its jealous rage and summons all the other demons that began to torment her.

She yearns for the morning to come but it doesn’t arrive. She huddles in the corner of her bed, kicking each claw that tries to take hold of her. She wades through a sea of insecurities and despair.

She looks for her lover, a pale ghost sleeping soundly beside her. She shouts his name but there is only silence.

She realizes that hell has come. She must be dead.

“I must be dead.”

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