Blood Descriptive Writing
Blood poured out of the wound in my side, and I gripped it as tears sprung to my eyes. I could feel every little nerve in my body slowly becoming numb as my body began to shut down. My heart began to beat slower, and my eyes grew heavy. I could barely feel my legs, but I continued to crawl away from the battlefield. The tears in my eyes began to spill, and I whimpered out loud, choking on the air that I breathed. I collapsed in to a pile of leaves near the base of a large oak tree, desperate for air. With each breath I took, blood filled my right lung. My lips grew slick with blood, and the taste of the blood in my mouth was sickening. I leaned over, wincing immensely and shouting in pain as I did so, and spit out the blood that was pooling
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I saw stars dance across my vision, and I snapped my eyes shut in torment. Every muscle in my body ached, and the pressure on my leg caused by the hand just intensified my agony. I couldn’t breathe, and I was beginning to cough up blood profusely. What little air I had in my lungs got caught in my throat, and I began to choke. Hot, salty tears burned my eyes, and they slipped down my cheeks quickly. “Please,” I pleaded meekly, “please make it stop.” The hand on my leg had gone to my face, and I felt gentle hands brush away my tears. “Stay with me,” a familiar voice whispered, and the hand wiping away my tears stroked my hair softly. I knew the touch well. It was a touch I had first thought was rough and firm, but once I’d gotten used to it, it had become gentle and loving. It was a touch I’d never thought I’d feel again. Not since the incident. . . I attempted to open my eyes, but it was like a million tiny fingers were pushing down on them, keeping them closed for good. I could practically feel the blood pouring out of me, and I slowly let myself go limp. “I’m so tired,” I said, and the hand on my face turned rigid. “I just want the pain to stop,” I cried softly as I felt the cold creep into my bones. I could lie here forever. I was floating on air, and nothing would be able to hurt me ever
I saw stars dance across my vision, and I snapped my eyes shut in torment. Every muscle in my body ached, and the pressure on my leg caused by the hand just intensified my agony. I couldn’t breathe, and I was beginning to cough up blood profusely. What little air I had in my lungs got caught in my throat, and I began to choke. Hot, salty tears burned my eyes, and they slipped down my cheeks quickly. “Please,” I pleaded meekly, “please make it stop.” The hand on my leg had gone to my face, and I felt gentle hands brush away my tears. “Stay with me,” a familiar voice whispered, and the hand wiping away my tears stroked my hair softly. I knew the touch well. It was a touch I had first thought was rough and firm, but once I’d gotten used to it, it had become gentle and loving. It was a touch I’d never thought I’d feel again. Not since the incident. . . I attempted to open my eyes, but it was like a million tiny fingers were pushing down on them, keeping them closed for good. I could practically feel the blood pouring out of me, and I slowly let myself go limp. “I’m so tired,” I said, and the hand on my face turned rigid. “I just want the pain to stop,” I cried softly as I felt the cold creep into my bones. I could lie here forever. I was floating on air, and nothing would be able to hurt me ever