“You are now leaving Aurora. Drive safely!” says the sign. I’m just so damn happy to see it, my eyes are watering. My right arm is in tatters, and I can barely keep the car on the road. I pull on the tourniquet with my teeth, trying not to look at the bite marks; they remind me too much of... Aurorans. As the twin cones of light hit the next sign, I slam on the brakes, stunned with disbelief. “You are entering the Aurora. Welcome!” says the sign.
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Little Things
HorrorA collection of six-sentence horror miniatures, ideal for horror readers with short attention spans.
