...caked with dried blood.
Vic shifted his arms, unlooping one from around the base of the sink, and placed both hands under him. He pushed himself up, and had his elbows locked before the aching started, worming through his jaw and in through the back of his skull. The pain pooled behind his eyes, where it throbbed with anger. His heart seemed to beat against the inside of his head, threatening to beat his eyes right out of their sockets. Something else became apparent, like a detail missed in the first veiwing, but upon second glance is starkly out of place. Even through all the noise his blood was making, Vic heard the difference, and froze.
The blender had stopped.
2 comments:
The blender had stopped. Beautiful single-lined paragraph. Keep writing.
As for my writing, it's a young adult slightly fantasy novel that has pieces of memoir and a lot of pretty clothes.
Sorry I haven't been good about keeping in touch. I'm really not all that good about it, usually. I'll try to be better.
first, thank you. it means something that you read these snippets. i get to write from work at lunch and breaks, because my stuff is in storage, including my computer.
a lot of pretty clothes,eh? good. slightly fantasy how? and why young adult?
As for being in touch, i'm really not that great at it either. if you try to be better, so shall i.
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