silentblackblood

        You lie on your bed, huddled under the covers with a fresh book from the library. Your eyes feel somewhat droopy but you are reluctant to put it down, the story too enticing to pause so you can sleep. It’s nearing the end anyway, you reason silently; not even thirty pages to go. Might as well finish it now.        Your eyes skim over the paragraphs, fighting to stay awake.        “She stares at him furiously, blinking back tears as she wills herself not to cry, to show The terror he so deeply craves.”        You pause. “To show The terror”? You look back, thinking you’d spotted a minor capital