The knife met flesh, soft and pudgy, and made a satisfying squish as the tip of the blade sank deep enough to make my victim scream. I twisted the blade in my hands, all the while sinking it deeper and deeper. Her skin was tearing to shreds as the knife rotated, the sound of her muscles and nerves being gouged growing louder. Then, without warning, I jerked it all the way into her back, until the shiny metal had disappeared inside her and the black handle was pushing against her broken skin. Her cry was a a brilliant sound, guttural chokes mixed with an agonized roar. I smirked, and pulled the blade out of my now deathly white victim. She sank to her knees, continuing to scream, convulsing and trembling like a rabid animal and thick blood flowing freely from the gaping hole in her back. The cascade of the girl's life source gushed out in all directions, scarlet liquid squirting up all over me. I turned away as her plead for mercy became quieter, the sweet tang of blood tingling in my nostrils.

By happyshipper, October 18, 2016.

His coat was stained with blood and gashed in several places; driven into his chest by a downward blow, the bayonet of a short German service Mauser pinned him to the floor like a specimen on a naturalist's card

By descriptionari, July 2, 2012.

Found in Murder in the Gunroom, authored by Henry Beam Piper.


The girls body was lifeless in the middle of the street. Nobody had attempted to move it. The girl looked like she could be sleeping. Unless you looked at her stomach. There you would see her white jumper stained in red blood and a tear in the fabric.

By purplecompton, November 23, 2014.