15 Minute Writing Practice: Day 1

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by MaddieCR

by MaddieCR

September 23, 2018.

Hey. Yeah, I know I haven't updated anything in a while. Sorry about that. I don't really have an excuse other than being lazy.
I've been trying to figure my ideas out before I post anything. But I hit writer's block. And I kind of lost motivation for my poems. I've written a few more, but I haven't posted them because they just seems to be lacking.
I know I wasn't really that good a poet to begin with, but now it just feels like I've completely lost that part of myself. Or it's hiding somewhere and I just haven't had the time to search for it.
But Anyway...
In an attempt to find motivation again was I looking around online. And there was this thing call 15 minute writing practice. Basically you just write everyday for 15 minutes a day and see what you come up with. Whatever random thought(s) pop into your head. Or, if you can't think of anything, you can use a prompt.
I just thought I'd post mine here and see what you guys think about them.
This is the first one. Obviously. I wrote it from a first-person point of view using the prompt that they gave. I know it's not very good, but I'd like to know what you guys think. What are the good and bad points? What do I need to improve on? Etc.

And I added the prompt, too. Just in case.

Used Prompt: a young (woman/man) stumbles across a dead body in the woods. What does (he/she) do?

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I saw the blood first.
I froze in fear as I stared at it. I felt my stomach twist as the smell reached my nose.
I wanted to run. I didn't want to see it. I didn't want to know what it was, but I seemed to have no control over my body.
My feet moved forward of their own accord while every instinct screamed at me to run.
Danger! Turn back! Stop!
But my legs just kept right on carrying me forward ignoring my survival instincts. And I saw.
I saw the man lying there, his chest and stomach cut open as if someone dissected him. Flies swarmed the wound and the blood that pooled around him.
His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide and glazed over with death. They seemed to stare right through me.
All I could see were those dead eyes. I couldn't seem to look away. I just stared back at body, locked in a silent staring contest with the dead.
I stumbled over something on the ground, breaking the spell. I tried to swallow the bile rising in my throat.
I turned and ran, leaving the mutilated corpse behind me. I don't know where I'm going, and I don't care. All I know is that I need to get away.
But no matter how far I run, the images still haunt me.

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Well, that's it! Please keep in mind that it's just a 15 minute draft.

It is supposed to be from a female point of view. In case you were wondering...
I hope to hear your thoughts! See you tomorrow! Hopefully... Hehehe