Having slowed somewhat in my writing, a while back(September 2022) I sat down to force myself to write 500 words a night. These are some of those word-salads. Unedited, raw, and just done for the hell of it…What concerns me most about this one is that I have no recollection of writing it. How curious.
Before even opening his eyes Harold knew something had happened. There was the distinctive metallic taste of blood in his mouth and the smell. God that smell.
His mind raced and slowly he opened his eyes, expectant.
When they met he thought that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, but with the colour now drained from her face and her lifeless eyes already clouding over he knew that she was now even more so.
He fought the urge to caress her. To be with her.
Sighing deep he slipped his legs out of bed.
“Fuck, not again…”
Afterwards 
Love this 🖤
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Its not all poo limericks and front bum fun see…
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Haha! Yeah, I see that! Your talents are limitless! 😊🖤
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