Bump! I have to say, it is very imaginative. However, be wary of grammar. Some of it was rushed. BUT again, refreshing and dark! I like it! I will be watching out.
My mind was fluttering as I raced out of there, walking among the crowds of people. I looked like I was having a mental breakdown as I fluttered my hands around and muttered questions and things to myself. By now people were staring at me with their innocent faces as they were totally oblivious to the events that previously went on. I felt the heat of their eyes as they stared at me, wondering what drug I'd taken to be acting so crazy. I had a complete right to be crazy! I was attacked by a shadow, with white blood, that had went inside of me like I was his mistress! I stabbed my own back, which by the way, is probably why people are staring at me. Does it hurt? Hell yes it does! Why wouldn't it? It wasn't deep enough to go to a hospital, and even if I did, they'd think I'm crazy. So I dealt with the pain until I reached a bench. I sank my head in my hands as I sat down and heard the people walk by, and the beautiful Italian accents rumble throughout the place. I put one hand behind me to feel my wound, but it was not there. It was as if my wound had suddenly disappeared! Maybe I was going crazy after all! Maybe that was my imagination! But it was just too real!
I just kept touching where the disappearing wounds were determined, and I just stood in shock. What just happened back there? My face was so pink from horrible thoughts in my mind I couldn't bear it, I swear, I was as red as the evergreen rose on a perching bush, that spreader farther and farther apart, growing its culminating petals of contempt. As I kept mumbling and trying to find an exact conclusion, a little Italiam who supposingly was selling newspapers, asked me if I wanted it, and the way he was dressed. Completely he was layered in rags, dirty mopey, faces, and once heck of a smile on his face. I nodded politely and gave him his currency, and starting to read the newspaper, when I saw the war of Italy's thrives from England sprang about. It was interesting to read, but my mouth dropped from one headline. RECENT SIGHTINGS OF DRY SKINNED RESIDENTS IN ITALY SPRANG OUT AGAIN! In Italian, of course. It showed during the last fee weeks, 25 murders have accounted and been filed. What was the cause of it? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What had this so uncommonly caused this to fret, yet no one really heard about it? It made my mind wonder. And I hummed in my mind. It wasn't hard to find out, I just needed a follow out plan. Get some info, study, then take action? I. Could. Do. This. But wait, what really came between me and that man, again with the shadows? Was he part of it? I have no clue. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~