Hi! I'm new at this and you could say I don't really know what I'm doing but that would be a huge understatement. So this is my first story, it's a Drabble, kind of, it's 117 words and I don't know, that's probably close enough for a first attempt. So here it is, criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer: sometimes I like to pretend I own them, you know, just to raise my self confidence.
Also: I spell checked this to the best of my ability, which is sort of the same as asking a cat to do it. Sorry.
word count: 117
Supernatural Drabble
The boy lay with his head in the lap of the young man driving, curly brown hair plastered to his forehead with an awkward combination of blood, sweat, and mud. Every bump in the gravel road caused the pain lines creasing his face to deepen and his grip on the scratchy wool blanket covering his body to tighten. A disturbing about of blood seeped slowly through the makeshift bandages wrapped around his bruised and lacerated torso, leaving his face deathly pale. A particularly large rock rattled the car, the slight shift causing the boy to cry out in pain.
Soon, a hand was carding through his matted hair and a voice whispered softly
"It's okay. I gotcha."
Alright! That's that! Thanks for reading. If you liked it, review it. If you hated it, review it anyway because you're a good person.
Until next time,
GERONIMO!
~Murcury