Blood

They say blood is thicker than water. Water was turned into wine. Wine is the drink of the sophisticated. The sophisticated are perceived as superior to the meek. But the meek shall inherit the earth. The earth has seen so many wars. Wars have spilled so much blood. Blood is the beginning. Blood is the end. Blood is everywhere. Blood is in us, makes us, feeds us, sustains us, kills us. The blood of innocents. The blood of The Lamb. Blood brothers. Bloody Sunday. Blood. The foundation, the basis, the whole. Is there anything so vague as blood? It can do so much to so many, for so many. Make us strong, make us faint, make us live, make is die. Make us give. Make us kill. Blood represents life. Death. Love. Pain. It is everything.
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This is a response to this week’s Indie Ink Writing Challenges. My prompt came from K. Syrah: “Love is thick like blood, like honey. -Holly Brook”.

I honestly had no freakin’ clue what to do with this prompt. I’ve had a really frustrating case of writers’ block with this one. “Blood is thicker than water” popped into my head, so I just started typing and this is what came out. Welcome to my scatterbrain! This is what I get for forgetting to sign up for last week.

My prompt went to Caroline: “The dark passenger awaits.”

P. S. If I should’ve given credit for any famous quotes in that rambling mess, forgive me and point me in the direction of the source. I honestly have no clue if any of the above should be credited to a specific person as opposed to them being just frequently repeated phrases (with the exception of the meek inheriting the earth, which is from the Bible).