He watched his own blood drift down the walls in thick, sloping arcs.
It seeped from his neck; flowing slower with each passing heartbeat.
He searched for his attacker but found only empty space.
Who would do this? He would never know.
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Who dunnit?
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Arden Ruth 
Man, you have a dark mind. I like it!
Haha I know! Glad you like it 🙂
oooh love a nice bloody scene first thing in the morning. 😉 🙂
Hah! That’s awesome 🙂
holy visual, batman!
Hah! 🙂 Thanks Jen!
42 words of twisted awesomeness. Well done.
Thanks Matt! 🙂
This is so harrowing, but so beautifully, succinctly written. Nice job!
Thank you!
Oh,how intriguing- even in death he is left clueless about his murderer!
Thanks for reading! 🙂
🙂
So dark, but nicely written!
Thank you! 🙂
The bloodier the better! Good job!
Haha – Exactly! Thanks Obed 🙂
I love anything dark and twisted, so good job lol
Haha! Me too 🙂 Thanks!
What a horrible way to spend your last moments!
Yes, they probably weren’t very peaceful 🙂 Why is my mind so damn dark?! Haha
Ack! A violent death is bad enough, but not knowing who did it?? That’s just cruel. 🙂 Great gargleblaster, Arden – thanks for linking it up!
Hah! I like being cruel 🙂 Thanks Christine!
It was the cat right? The cat did it? Nice 42 words!
Definitely the cat! 🙂
Love this. I could see the despair in his face, as he looked for his attacker.
Thanks Dawn!
I’m glad you didn’t suspect the butler 🙂
Haha! 🙂
I’ve never thought of blood as being able to drift, but your sloping arcs of blood are a striking visual – very nice!
Thank you!
Perhaps help will come in time. Good job with the whodunnit.
I’m afraid not 🙂 *Insert evil laugh here*
I’m thinking he did it. He’s an artist and going all Jackson Pollock but with his blood. It’s his Magnum Opus, his fait accompli extrema. He’s painting his soul onto the wall so it can never be removed. Oooh, (kinda good lead into a story) take it and run with it Arden. 🙂
I like that approach! Haha – 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!
You’re very welcome, I try ketchup on the weekend, so I’m a little late or a lot early, take your pick. (I’m having a bit of trouble posting this reply, bare with me) I thought this post of mine might be up your alley.
http://theclocktowersunset.wordpress.com/2013/08/23/burned-out-furnace/
As is the next one directly after it. If you have the time I’d appreciate your thoughts. 🙂
Of course! Thanks 🙂
Don’t tell me I missed gargleblaster again? Dammit! Good one!!!
Haha – This one filled up after only 14 hours! Gotta get in quick 🙂
A drift of blood seems both slow and large. I imagine a long line of blood with lots of red rivulets drizzling down.
Well you just described the image in my head perfectly! 🙂
NO! Somebody help him, please 😦
~Shailaja
🙂 Thanks for reading!
That’s infuriating! I would want to know, so I could come back and haunt the murderer…
Hah! That’s great 🙂
Warning: I’m about to sound like the creepiest person ever.
I love the reason he’ll never know. Not that no one will ever know, but that HE will never know. Love that.
Haha – You’re right. That was creepy 🙂 But I totally agree so at least we’re creepy together!
This is exactly what I was thinking. I crime may be solved, but HE will remain in the dark. Well done.
Thank you! We’re all creeps here 🙂
Awesomely creepy! Love the slopping arcs of blood. I would hate not knowing who did it. You have a real knack for writing disturbing scenes – and I mean that in the nicest possible way. 🙂
Haha – Thanks Suzanne! I definitely appreciate that comment 🙂
Very gory. Wonderful descriptions with those sloping arcs etc.
Thank you!