The Mangee
As the sweltering drops of blood splashed at my face, I
quivered. The blades of a knives blade made me feel apprehensive. Above the
ceiling laid cob webs all around me. Until, a big loud bang screeched at my
face as if an alarming lion rawed at a ferocious tiger. I could smell his
breath it was like a rotten egg poured with expired milk which was completely
out of date. I was reluctant to see him.
There it was. Its
body...
good vocab used and you added eclispe to make it sound nice well done.
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