The Sharpest Lives
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- Me, Myself, and I
- The head hung before me. It hadn't been cut cleanly, the bottom edge of the neck that was dripping with blood was zig-zagged and uneven. There was blood pouring from it like a tap, forming a small river on the ground. It's eyes were wide open, staring at me with a glare of utter terror. It's mouth hung loosely open, as if having gone limp after a wild scream. The hiar and it's head was pulled up to hold it up, but matted with blood already starting to clot.
*That's the beginning to the opening to the story. It's not planned out or anything, so it may be suckish at first but give it time and I'll make it as bloody and horrific as you want *
Sorry for the slow update, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy the next chapter.