The Blooded Hood
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"ANSWER!"
she yelled, her voice cold as ice, calm yet venomous. My face paled as a cold breeze went down my spine. I felt the cold metal of the knife on my neck. Tears spilled out of my cheeks and down my face. My body shook, my hands trembled.
"Please, I don't know, I've never met him Please, I AM BEGGING YOU!"
I cried, desperately for my life, tears ran down my face so quickly they flood my mouth.
My eyes were puffy and red, my tears wouldn't stop. I couldn't stop shaking.
"WRONG ANSWER!"
red filled my visions as the last thing I saw before I died was the RED grim reaper. A young girl with a bright blood red cloak, hair as dark as night, beautiful crimson eyes, an expressionless face, a thin slender body. Crimson pooled around me as the pain slowly went away. I closed my eyes. I never opened them again.
Authors note:
Hello, I'm a high school student and this was an idea for a school project however it was for a short story I could not summarize it so I decided to create a full book with the help of my best friend (thank you so much I would not even have written down anything without you). This is my first time posting anything and I would really prefer if you guys could give me feedback that would help improve my writing. I am not the best at grammar so heads up. More chapters will be posted if you guys like the book. hope you enjoy.
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