Machoism قصص

My paws hammered against the forest floor ,I was a blur in the wind. However even my speed couldn't stop the rouges from gaining on me. Malnutrition and lack of fluid had taken it's valued effect. I had no hopes for the future. I slowed down in fear as the sound of paws echoed throughout the forest walls; my thoughts were confirmed they were coming from...The west. That's when I finally realised ,this was Night Life's territory. The beast within me roared...

Not so different from 'Blood Money', Blood Writing comes from suffering. Late at night, these words, staunched under sunlight, drip across my screen.