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My heart pumps hot blood through thumping viens in my head. Wiping my temples, the back of my hand comes away stained. I’m sweating blood. The wound on my leg – the creature’s tooth marks swollen yet still visable – is oozing something thick and alien. Perhaps, I’m dying. Or, something worse.
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A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “red-raw sore”
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