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[onokentauros]

Exit WoundsIt's a lazy Sunday and I'm in a trauma bay watching an army of scrub-clad grunts go to work on a limp victim. The room is brightly lit, with fluorescent lamps making the star-shaped droplets of blood on the floor shine like patent leather. There is no music, no soundtrack to the madness; only the rustle of clothing and the deep baritone

Comments

[mengus]

God damn, this is good writing.

[onokentauros]

Thanks very much, Lin! Any criticism?

[mengus]

I'd have liked this to be a little longer, as I was enjoying it so much. I don't know if it could have been, but that's about all the critique I have for you on this piece.

[anonymous]

lovely! i think it's crisp and just fine in length! :)

-M

[onokentauros]

'Preet is this you?

[anonymous]

lol! 'preet? does that stand for manpreet or something? just came here to read any new articles you mite've put up and saw that post...

and no.. u dont know me. :) i just stumbled across your blog while searching for something on the web... i'm a perfect stranger living seas apart from u... and no i'm not sum scary weirdo either! hehe.. just a girl who likes a gud read!

well .. hope u dont mind! i just like reading your blog.. u write real well! :)

- M