Gallons of blood spilt from shredded, spurting arteries.
How graphic can a writer get! The story played out like a film before my eyes. I keep wondering if Joe will succeed this time or the hunter will turn out to be the prey. We'll see. Cheers!
Gallons of blood spilt from shredded, spurting arteries.
How graphic can a writer get! The story played out like a film before my eyes. I keep wondering if Joe will succeed this time or the hunter will turn out to be the prey. We'll see. Cheers!
RE: A Cold Day South of the Border (A Freewrite Short Story)