(metrics) Bloody ghosts and car crashes

[vg_ford]

Starting word count: 2326

Ending word count: 2903

New words: 577

Starting lines:

He leaned on his cane, looking down at me, wry amusement and pain warring in his blue eyes. I didn’t recognize him, but he apparently recognized me. “Really, Sapph,” he continued, not bothering to extend a hand to me as I just gaped at him. “You’re getting wet.”

Ending lines:

She’d been pretty, once. Now, with half her face covered by a bloody curtain of hair and her teeshirt in scorched shreds, her right arm hanging uselessly at her side, she was a horror.

Darling:

I snorted. “I don’t believe in angels. Or demons, or anything else like that.” My fingers curled around the door handle. I didn’t want to turn my back on him, but I had to see what, if anything, was still inside.

“It doesn’t really matter if you believe, Sapph.” He walked over to the other side of the car, not noticing the slick mud. “Their existence has very little to do with anyone’s belief.”

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You know, I’m not writing a zombie story, but damn, that ending line sort of looks like I am.

 

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