TW: This short story has mentions/depictions of blood. If this topic makes you uncomfortable then you can skip this part
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The smell of blood was the worst part.
The metallic smell filled the room.
Splatters of red covered the walls.
All you could see was red.
I looked down, red covered my body
And it also covered his.
Everytime this happens, everytime I lose control I take another life.
Damn this curse.
I gag as I taste it in my mouth.
I spit and try to get it out, my spit is also red.
Everywhere, everywhere, everywhere
IT'S ALL RED! I'M SICK OF IT!
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Randomthese are just random short writings from my creative writing club hope you like them :D
