The Bleeding Wound
By Craig Wilson
I don’t know how it happened, but there’s a cut on my
arm.
I try to recall the previous events, but I really don’t
recall.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop the wound’s
bleeding.
I am really afraid. I feel like I am losing a lot of my
blood.
I search the cabinet in the bathroom and use almost
everything.
I use bandages and the ointment. However, I still bleed
badly.
There’s no one else in my house, so I have to deal with
this.
Thankfully, my phone’s alarm wakes me from the nightmare.
The End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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