Blood- Full moon stalker
(Part 7)
Marishka drank glass after glass of blood, letting it drip down her chin. Tonu sat amused, watching her consume corpse after corpse, ripping and tearing it to peices, each and every one, sending blood flying everywhere. Her heat beat slowing down as she began to feel nauseous. She looked up at Toru, who had risen from her chair, and was now talking to one of her servents, pointing at Marishka.
Marishka pushed her plate away, wiping her mouth on her sleeve. She stood up, her head spinning, her heart an immense pain, traveling around her veins. As if strangling her breath. She lloked at her chest, clutching it tightly. Toru's eyes, open wide, screaming something at Marishka, but she couldn't make it out. She could not hear a thing. It was as if her whole body had been clogged p, and she didn't know why. It was to painfull for intergestion, she knew their was something wrong.
she tried to open her mouth to speak, instead blood poured from her throat like a tap, a tap that she couldn't turn of. Pouring from her mouth, dripping all over her clothes, forming a puddle on the ground. She looked at it horrified, still clutching her chest tighter.
Looking back up at Toru, her eyes began to blur, squinting she did. Trying to make out the shapes. It was as if she was becoming blind. Her eyes blury, now turned to black. Even though she opened them wide. She could not see a thing or hear a thing or even feel a thing, but pain. Her head still spinning, her body began to let go, she could see dark images in the back of her mind, still clutching her heart tight.
Author notes
Well when writing this my mum was telling me im not awriter it made me so angry to think that she could be so harsh on me... so i guess i wrote this with pain.. from such harhness it made me dig deep to fill marishka's world with pain as well
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Excellent work Blair!
Love it
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damn its just to short. really good but to short.
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Your mum is dumb (no offence) but I need to find out what happens now. Yes! I so can, awesome.
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Pain just goes too well with it .
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Hmm.
Well, I thought it was interesting and I have written worse. I am a writer. You are a writer. Why doesn't your mother think you can write? If you keep at it, you will probably become a good writer. You need to read and write and read and write. Just keep after it.
You do have some typos.
Andy

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