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..."I'm a Vampire"_
#WritcoStoryPrompt47
I'll show her...
_So you want me to tell you the story of how I die...
It's not difficult, really..
The origins of how when and where I begin begun before the hour of this most recent expose'. I'm a Vampire.
A more truer vampire than this story. And my wish is to die...
😆
If death were bite you, would you live to tell your own tale of victims love through struggle? A vampire is fierce. No force to be reckoned, a vampire is the undead of a living creature. Vampires kill while they are barely alive yet consume their lives with blood, no ordinary tale, although, magic is their power.
No ordinary tale is a vampire, they shy from footprints laid bedside by their own footprints. Beware. Beware from this immortal fate. I myself am a vampire. I don't sleep. I don't eat. I feed...off the blood of the world and terrorize the moon's of my victims. I am a princely corpse, still barely breathing, dead to my unknowing love and familiar yet still to that of my terroristic nature inside.
_"Nor more nor less, a frozen blood of carthedge I am my own mortal flesh, and I die that beside my own immortal soul".
Living daily, I am no fun, the scent of any presence startles me into a frenzy of pure and utter sickness, some of which I cannot bare to listen. As my my feet grow worry of the world, my eyes darken and flesh, fresh at the sights that cross my mind. I'm evil nor good, and sour true to the bone...my bones are beyond my prey, and so I cry for a life that if my own design. I truen her mute, and digest [yes] her stomachs soul...believe me you, I am no more a pleasure than a God, and my tears frighten yet the gravest beasts, they too cast, and I crave a classless soul to taste and teary please and post wonderful more more now to...beware I post...beware fawn if dawn and dead if choice [yes] BEWARE...
Complete or completely gone I'm gone to grasp a grimmous or two. She's there, somewhere between life and death. And her flesh...still wet from the flavor I push deep into her morning hell. I killed that bitch when she read my tongue sweating at her heel. She's dead from my own teeth, sucking and shouting [yes]
Ha"...
© TheJosephAnthonyBartolottaPublishingCompany
I'll show her...
_So you want me to tell you the story of how I die...
It's not difficult, really..
The origins of how when and where I begin begun before the hour of this most recent expose'. I'm a Vampire.
A more truer vampire than this story. And my wish is to die...
😆
If death were bite you, would you live to tell your own tale of victims love through struggle? A vampire is fierce. No force to be reckoned, a vampire is the undead of a living creature. Vampires kill while they are barely alive yet consume their lives with blood, no ordinary tale, although, magic is their power.
No ordinary tale is a vampire, they shy from footprints laid bedside by their own footprints. Beware. Beware from this immortal fate. I myself am a vampire. I don't sleep. I don't eat. I feed...off the blood of the world and terrorize the moon's of my victims. I am a princely corpse, still barely breathing, dead to my unknowing love and familiar yet still to that of my terroristic nature inside.
_"Nor more nor less, a frozen blood of carthedge I am my own mortal flesh, and I die that beside my own immortal soul".
Living daily, I am no fun, the scent of any presence startles me into a frenzy of pure and utter sickness, some of which I cannot bare to listen. As my my feet grow worry of the world, my eyes darken and flesh, fresh at the sights that cross my mind. I'm evil nor good, and sour true to the bone...my bones are beyond my prey, and so I cry for a life that if my own design. I truen her mute, and digest [yes] her stomachs soul...believe me you, I am no more a pleasure than a God, and my tears frighten yet the gravest beasts, they too cast, and I crave a classless soul to taste and teary please and post wonderful more more now to...beware I post...beware fawn if dawn and dead if choice [yes] BEWARE...
Complete or completely gone I'm gone to grasp a grimmous or two. She's there, somewhere between life and death. And her flesh...still wet from the flavor I push deep into her morning hell. I killed that bitch when she read my tongue sweating at her heel. She's dead from my own teeth, sucking and shouting [yes]
Ha"...
© TheJosephAnthonyBartolottaPublishingCompany
