Disclaimer: It is my deep regret to inform you gracious people who are
blessing this pathetic attempt at a story with your eyes, that I own
nothing you would recognize. The plot sadly is mine, but what plot it is I
have not yet found out.
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The Colour of Blood
Prologue
I've heard people comment about the colour of blood, and it's then that I wonder, what colour is it that they speak of? The deep dry purple-red of scabs? The soft, mocking pink as you look past this layer of skin into another? The bright vivid red as it wells up in to the cut? The cherry bubble that wells up as it hesitates before descending elegantly down the arm? No, it was true, they knew not of the colour they spoke. For those who know the colour of blood are those who know what it is to bleed.
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A.N.: Well, my turn to ramble. As you may have guessed by now, this story will probably be triggering. It is based on my personal experience but based is the key word. It is not all my experience, but has been twisted and torn apart in my mind. I'm not quite sure what exactly I am doing writing all of a sudden as I have always thought myself to be horrible at it, so obviously any and all criticism is welcome but may not always be used. I warn you now, I may get viscous so please do not take it to heart. The is merely the prologue, I have most of Ch.1 written but e-mail or review and tell me if you feel it is worth writing.
Ciao,
The Pill's Pretzel
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The Colour of Blood
Prologue
I've heard people comment about the colour of blood, and it's then that I wonder, what colour is it that they speak of? The deep dry purple-red of scabs? The soft, mocking pink as you look past this layer of skin into another? The bright vivid red as it wells up in to the cut? The cherry bubble that wells up as it hesitates before descending elegantly down the arm? No, it was true, they knew not of the colour they spoke. For those who know the colour of blood are those who know what it is to bleed.
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A.N.: Well, my turn to ramble. As you may have guessed by now, this story will probably be triggering. It is based on my personal experience but based is the key word. It is not all my experience, but has been twisted and torn apart in my mind. I'm not quite sure what exactly I am doing writing all of a sudden as I have always thought myself to be horrible at it, so obviously any and all criticism is welcome but may not always be used. I warn you now, I may get viscous so please do not take it to heart. The is merely the prologue, I have most of Ch.1 written but e-mail or review and tell me if you feel it is worth writing.
Ciao,
The Pill's Pretzel