Endless Wells of Writing
Bio
using words and ink to paint a picture of what I love.
all i can do is provide you a glimpse of what lies within my mind.
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Stories (1/0)
Blood in the Water
It had started with one. One mangled body speared atop the fountain. Blood seeped into the water as it cycled through the jet streams. Who knew one body could have that much blood. The fountain was stained red for weeks, the splotches of blood still clinging to the cracks in the stone. No one knew what to do. Local police tried to cover it up, saying it was a prank, that the body was fake. But the stench. The stench of blood and rotting flesh remained, even after they moved the body. People still talked about it, even when they were told to stop. Some said that it didn’t happen at all, that people made it up for attention. But why would something like that be made up? It was near Halloween after all. Maybe it was a prank. A decoration gone wrong.
By Endless Wells of Writingabout a year ago in Horror