Cold. ... Blood was nothing new. ... Following his father's gaze he saw as his stepmother's body flopped back, hitting the floor, blood seeping from her nose, ears, and mouth. Her eyes were still wide open, as she lay motionless upon the blood stained floor. ... Kyle reached up and touched her face, his fingers cold and nervous, tracing the soft contours. ...
I feel what seems like dried up blood on my forehead. ... As I drag my foot and try to walk faster, I try to ignore the suffocating smell of blood. ... I touch the walls; they feel wet and cold. I look and I see blood everywhere. ... My ankle feels better and the blood on my forehead is gone. ...
The weather was cold up there. ... Ashley walked out of the door, Charlie's eyes were bigger than ever, the beauty of that girl, with that dress and that shy smile, made his heart stop for a second, his breath went cold, he could only focus his eyes into hers. ... When he appeared, he saw Ashley and Charlie kissing under one tree, and Kim was dancing with the captain, he was just destroyed, the anger was running into his blood, his neurons turned blurry. ... Ashley was shocked, her dress was almost red, the blood painted the inside totally red. ...
The thing grips a knife in his right hand that is in a coat of a crusty, brown substance of which I can only assume is dry blood. ... What if he drives that knife so deep in my chest I can feel the blood drain so painlessly from my body? ... I try to lean to my side, to press my hand against the wall, but I guess my theory on walking straight ahead has not worked so well, for the blackness I am in has let me loose and let me be taken hostage by an endless blackness that is far more powerful and cold. ... The sight of blood is still overwhelming to me, but I cannot help but wonder why he was ...
I will be executed tomorrow. There is nothing - no excuses, no plea for forgiveness, no last minute stay of execution - that will help me escape this sentence of death. What I did was done with such malice, such cold-blooded intent, that even I find it hard to believe that I am capable of such bruta...
Crrrgshh! Crrrgshh! The newly bought 32-inches flat screen television begins to malfunction. Channels hastily shifting from one to another. Reception turning from a vivid video to yellow, then in a little while, retro. It stops. Then, Crrrgshh! Crrrgshh! Moving pictures in the big screen are like h...
