On The Sidewalk Bleeding Short Story Novels & Stories

My veins chilled, and I began to jog, my bare feet slapping the concrete. I just had to make it to Main Street. I sprinted barefoot toward the street corner and did my best to navigate the central part of town where shops and a gas station were, hoping someone would help me. I heard Adam calling my name as I left his street, leaving them behind. I saw someone at their mailbox, "Help!" I cried, running up to them. "Please help-" I stopped when I saw them look up and see me approaching, then watched as they hurried into their house. I looked behind me to see the two men running after me. I gasped and began to run away, my feet digging into the concrete as I crossed the street and began to run

They think I'm just a weak girl from the Eclipse. I took a deep breath, stepping out into the pouring rain, the heavy neon pink fabric trailing in the puddles as pedestrians stared and whispered. My feet burned in my heels, the cold water soaking into my skin. I made it exactly two blocks before my heel snapped on a cracked sidewalk, sending me splashing into the wet asphalt. I sat there in the dirt, ruined, freezing, and utterly defeated. The splash of tires cutting through a deep puddle sounded to my left. A sleek, armored black SUV pulled up to the curb, its tinted windows rolling down with a smooth, mechanical hiss.

Tiana cried over and over again, her small voice breaking with a devastating, uncomprehending grief as she struggled against the waitress's tight hold. A brave passerby immediately sprinted into the middle of the road, dropping to his knees beside Ana. He placed two trembling fingers against her neck, desperately checking her pulse. It was incredibly faint, fluttering like a trapped moth, but it was still there. She was bleeding heavily, a dark crimson pool rapidly expanding across the sun-baked tarmac. Ana’s eyelids fluttered open, her vision blurry and fading fast into the encroaching darkness. Her chest heaved with a wet, rattling breath. The pain was entirely consuming, but her only thou

I went to the other door and went out. I gasped for air because I couldn't breathe. I saw my feet bleeding too but I don’t feel the pain. I didn't even know that I had wounds on my feet until I saw the blood. Where am I? What kind of place is this? I asked myself because it seems that this place is a never-ending agony. I walked again to find a way out. I know I can get out of here because I don’t belong here. I keep on walking and walking. I saw my blood leave a mark on the grains from each step that I made and I feel like my feet and legs are getting numb but that’s okay. I continue walking because I really want to get out of this place.

Kieran asked. “You’re bleeding,” I said. He glanced down at his side. The graze had already begun to clot, but the red stain was stark against his shirt. “Add it to my tab,” he said. “We don’t stop here long.” He was right. But my legs refused to cooperate with the concept of “immediately” for a few seconds more. We stood in the cramped quiet, the roar of the drain now a muffled echo. Then, footsteps crunched on gravel outside.

I heard a crack, like somebody misstepped and broke a twig on the ground. In fear I leapt out of the pool and heard a snarl come from behind me. Now I could smell something. It smelled like blood, sweat, mud, and grease. I was suddenly on the ground and there was a full grown adult wolf on top of me, her claws digging into my flesh. I cried out, terrified and in pain.

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A severe accident. I walked majestically toward him and squatted by his head... "Next time...know very well...who you are dealing with before you make any move." I nodded as I caught his gaze in mine. He lay helplessly on the floor as his nose bleeds to his mouth to join the blood together, no human would look at his crushed legs without looking away in fear.

I stumbled onto the sidewalk, the icy water instantly soaking through my thin work blouse. I just started walking. Cars honked as I crossed the street blindly. People with umbrellas bumped into my shoulders, cursing at me, but I couldn't feel anything. It's as if my entire life was useless and there is no meaning to it at all. My phone was in the apartment. My home was gone. The man I loved was washing another woman's scent off his skin right now. I walked until the bottoms of my feet were scraped and bleeding, until the sun went down and the streetlights flickered on.

Her wet footsteps slapped against the pavement while distant police sirens echoed somewhere far behind her. She kept running anyway. Faster. Desperate. Streetlights blurred through her vision as exhaustion clawed at her body. Her injured arm burned painfully, and every breath felt heavier than the last. Then headlights appeared. Bright. Blinding. Vanessa turned too late. Screech A horn blasted through the storm. Her eyes widened. The impact threw her violently across the road. Her body slammed against the wet pavement with a sickening force before rolling to a stop near the sidewalk. For a moment, everything went silent except for the rain.