Just like angels, his body hit the surface
Blood gushes everywhere like flower peddles on a sunny day
His heart was beautifully filled with color, red-red-red everywhere. My heart soured with longing as I saw his gorgeous red eyes. They were like the color crimson on a liquid rose
His body lifeless and clean in the white pearly tub, his blood tasted sweat and bitter as if he had something to trigger the taste.. I wanted more of him..more of his daring, bloody, beautiful body. It killed me to know that he was left off dead in his own tub, but who knows? He may just wake up to a soft feeling on his feet and cloth draped over him.
Not like I cared enough to mourn down crying over his body at the black funeral, but I did end up giving him his lifeless heart back. His body was manly fades of different colors, blue with red and a soft crimson to his boney parts as if it wasn't enough color. His body laying there in a coffin and not being devoured by a vampire sounded weird, unbelievable to my own vampire ears. He was one gifted child who had to die to my own hands, but oh, his blood tasted so good to my taste buds.
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The Little Angel
Short StoryShort stories aren't made much. Here's one that's written like a book and told like a poem.
