Prompt: Running away from a crime scene
Word Count: 100
Blood. It was pooling at my feet; it was crusted in my hair; was raked up my hand. I hated it. The blood red - liquid like and in clumps of gout - everywhere, everywhere... everywhere. Shaking, I stumbled back, as sirens rang through the deathly silent clearing.
The blood. They'd see the blood.
I ran, staring at my bloodied hands; specks of blood flew into my eyes.
I ran, rubbing my hands against my T-shirt; the blood only spread further.
I fell, the treacherous, bloodied knife in my pocket falling to the ground.
I stared.
There was no blood on it.
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Action - Write To Rank 2021: My Entries
ActionMy entries for the @action 2021 Write to Rank challenge. Round 1 (white belt)- 'Blood' Round 2 (yellow belt) - 'Demons Inside' Round 3 (orange belt) - 'His Purpose' Round 4 (green belt) - '(Un)Solved Mystery' Round 5 (blue belt) - 'Two-faced' Round...
