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Blood, covered in the blood of a girl she'd only just met, was a stark contrast against the porcelain skin she bore. Her hands hadn't stopped shaking; her face was paler and visibly tinted green, and if she had anything in her stomach, it would have forced itself up, her eyes stung as tears flowed freely down her cheeks.
By Haley 5 years ago in Fiction
Sticky, why did she feel sticky? Her senses were overwhelmed with everything; at least that's the best she could describe it. Her stomach clenched as she felt the need to release the contents of her stomach. She was searching for something; she just wasn't quite sure what. She was running and could feel pain in her leg and smell the iron more prominently. "Tell me where the book is at!" a gunshot.
By Haley 5 years ago in Criminal
