The horrors!!!
These are, the stories, written, in BLOOD! How odd, who is willing to, bleed that much (in short of going to the blood donor drives???), and write with it, huh???
Stories, written in blood, they do serve a purpose, don’t they? They should, after all, if they don’t, then, the teller of these tales would’ve, bled, for nothing at all! And that, would be, such a wasteful thing that’s for certain!
Stories, written in blood, because they wanted our undivided attention, and yet, it can only, capture these readers’ attention span for so long, before they all, move on, to something else, then, what happens, to these stories, which were, written in blood? Oh yeah, they all become, yesterday’s news, growing old and wrinkly, by the nanoseconds…
or this???
Stories, written in blood, they have just one purpose, to make us remember them, they served as a warning of sorts, of, telling us, to NOT let what’s happened happen again, but, do we take heed? Of course N-O-T, as we’d all become, too trapped in our own little worlds, worryin’ ‘bout the most minute of all things, and, we’d started, ignoring, how these blood-written stories, aren’t dried up yet!
And, all of these, are the tales, written with MY blood, along with the blood of others, and no, nobody WAS murdered in ANY or ALL of my “reproduction” here, just so you know…