"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the ugliest of them all?" she whispered, staring at the gleaming glass in front of her.
Her reflection, looking beautiful as ever in a designer dress, expensive shoes and heavy makeup, whispered back, "You."
She looked down at her left hand, hanging limp by her side. Slowly lifting it up, she traced her right fingernails along the angry red marks all over her wrist, scratching them and drawing blood in the process. "Yes," she murmured, her eyes blurry, "I am the ugliest of them all."
A single teardrop landed on a shiny Prada shoe.
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A Hundred Words | ✓
Short StoryThis contains an extremely short story, of exactly 100 words. I'll try to write more like these in future, hopefully with a twist at the end, and if I do, I'll add them to this book. Read on, and enjoy! [cover made by @apolloshuntress]
