The darkness will start off slow at first. But it will spread. Up her appendages. Growing towards her knuckles. Unable to feel it she becomes scared. The sheer terror fills her every second she looks down. Seeing that the darkness is gaining more and more of her body. She starts crying. It's no help. The tears just freeze. Making her colder. Closer to death. The darkness has taken her up the forearm. Starting to lose hope and energy, she slows. Eventually grinding to a halt. "Please". A last call for mercy in an unforgiving world.
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Four of short stories
Short StoryAs the title says. Just a bunch of short stories I have written in the past.
