This is a series of short stories that is constantly being updated.
Basically, I see something on Pinterest and I get inspiration. My first drafts are always in the comments of the pin but I edit them and post them here!
It doesn't matter what order...
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WARNINGS: Injury detail
Shot Wounds
I look down at my chest, the dim light from the candle illuminating the bandages. It's dark and damp in the cellar where I have been taken to. I kept sinking in and out of oblivion as I was carried away from the fight. I was bought here, to a safe house, to be watched over by an old woman.
I recall what it was like to get shot: nothing, then everything.
There was no pain, to begin with, just the shock and then blackness. Now, as I lay here, after regaining consciousness, I hear every nerve screaming at me, I feel them clawing at me.
I can't lay here forever though.
I have to keep moving.
I can't let this stop me.
I have to keep moving.
I move my hands to the white bandage and slowly peel it back, revealing scarlet flesh. It looks bad and I have to stop myself from gagging.
I rest my head back on the pillow and close my eyes, willing the pain to go.
Is this what it comes down to?
After months of running, am I finally caught? It'll be an easy catch, laying in an old woman's cellar, my insides rotting.
'What a way to go, mate,' my dead brother would say. 'And I thought you would be the one to die a hero.'
