In the Word Mines

Another day in the word mines. She rolled a sheet into her typewriter and got to work. A few lines in, her words began to disappear, vanishing from the page in the order she’d written them, slow at first, then catching up to her. She wrote faster, eventually smashing the keys, pounding nonsense onto paper to stay ahead of the void. The last character disappeared, and so did she.

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