The Pale Dance

added blog Literature

2026-08-19 09:01:55 -

The Pale Dance

The ink bled into the paper. It ran. A dark vein. Then another. The page was ruined. I dropped the pen. It clattered on the desk. Glass. Cold. The room hummed. A low, electric drone. The walls were not walls. They were screens. Glowing. White. Endless. I sat in the chair. My back ached. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. The ink stained my fingers. Black. Permanent. I tried to wipe it. It...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews