Here is a random piece I wrote the other day. Technically speaking, I started it a few months ago, but I was just writing it to my friend to explain why I was going away.
I saved it, then wrote more on it yesterday. Hope you enjoy!
My body convulsed as the hilarity of the situation hit me; soon enough I was down on my knees, doubled over. I laughed too hard and blood splattered on the floor. I looked up a the man standing above me, glaring at me menacingly. He didn’t get what was funny. The sight of him threw me down, cackling in laughter. Once I had recovered somewhat, I stood and faced him, wiping my eyes as I did so.
“You need to take me away now?”
I glanced down at the puddle of blood below me. It was growing. I ran my arm across my mouth and pulled it away. Blood was dripping off of it.
I spat out as much blood as I could manage and spoke to him again.
“To Jeorel. They say that they could…help you there.”
I couldn’t help myself. I laughed again and the blood flowed out of me onto the ground below. I laughed until I was out of breath and had dry heaves. The man still stood there, glaring.
“Help me? You think anything you do could help me?” I laughed once more before holding out both arms with my wrists limp. “Take me! Take me away!” I grinned and could imagine just how the blood stained my teeth.
The man hesitated before pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
“You won’t need those,” I told him. “I’ll play nice.”
He put the handcuffs away and grabbed me by the shoulder, leading me away.
“Why, then, did you hold out your wrists?” he asked me.
I grinned a wild grin at him and he turned away.
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