June 12, 2009
Diary,
I have been fired
I have drunk my own blood
It is delicious, so sweet, so thick. I just love it. I gave it some thought for the last couple of days, and the liquid is almost magical, isn't it? Such a deep red... mysterious and again, thick.
I love it... I would drink all the blood out of my own body if it wouldn't kill me. But, now that I gave thought to it, trying to keep this new taste of mine at bay was just plain insane. It is a beautiful thing, prettier than the average rose. Nothing can beat it.
Though, my thoughts are now starting to wander. If my own blood tastes this good, how am I to know that other people's blood doesn't taste better? I must find out.
YOU ARE READING
Yellow, Crinkled, Inviting Pages
HorrorHello Diary, My name is Daniel Franklin. I just got this leather beauty of a book in a garage sale. Its covers are smooth and black. The pages, yellowed and antique in texture...no doubt a detail I will become fond of as time goes on.
