My 55 Fiction
Walking down the street, I saw a trace of blood. Someone was wounded and had been trying to get to the building where the trace led to. I walked in. In the corner a man, surrounded by blood, was death. But when I got closer to him the moonlight showed me staring at my reflection.
Good work! Also, congratualtions for beeing the first one. By the way, you may want to check your spelling.
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