Short Story: The Creation

I’m trapped here in this house, reminded of my bodily deformity by the constant ache in my back. I cannot escape. I have just the tormenting thoughts that follow me around like a demon who reminds me of my worthlessness. I write to you begging to brighten my day, but I have no you to write—just me and myself as my miserable company.

When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I have withered into this creature of the night. Yet I seek no blood to feel alive. I consume myself with every br...