Blood. Lust.

As the gunshots echo through the hills I feel my heart racing. I pray today will bring me what I need.

I push that thought to the back of my mind. I need to end this obsession. It can’t continue. I have an outlet for my desires on the battlefield, but what about when I go home?

I hear screaming. That’s promising. A group of young men rush towards me, dragging their comrade. I shiver as I see the red streaks and smell the metallic tang in the air. Femoral artery. I immediately dig my hands into the wound, feel the warmth, the pulsing.

Thump thump, thump thump, thump….



Photo header – Bleeding Roses 10 by Brittany Reed

Story based on the prompts from Microcosmsfic

110 words