The blood that drops down from your chin is sickly sweet and metallic and oh so familiar
You are not sure you remember who it belongs to anymore.
"How do you feel?" A gravelly voice spoke up from behind me. Wiping a hand across my mouth I reply coldly "I don't."
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Snippets, Prompts, and Other Fun Things
Short StoryThis is just a collection of writing and snippets that have no story to them, basically the only writing I've done in years.
