A woman with unique blood and a man with an uncanny sense of smell find themselves teaming up when both are targeted by a shadowy corporation seeking to shut down all research into synthetic blood.
This story is from Year 8, The Year of Revisitation
I revisit one of the stories I’ve already written, and write a new standalone story connected to or inspired by the existing one through a character, a place, an object, a continuation of events (okay, sequel), and so on.
Music: “Monochromatic stain” by Dark Fantasy Studio
In an earlier story, I wrote of the invention of a synthetic blood substitute called “Modern Blood” through the eyes of a patient who desperately needs it. This new story takes place several decades later and explores a couple of potential consequences of the invention. And I also revisit a character from another story, who fits right in with the topic, a man with a supernatural sense of smell. Spoiler alert. The end of the new story reveals what happens in “Modern Blood.”
[Video Description: Trailer. Duration, 39 seconds. Music: “Monochromatic stain” by Dark Fantasy Studio. Digital drawing. At center, figure seen from chin to mid-thigh, wearing a top with no sleeves, a shirt or blazer tied around the waist, and a watch around the left wrist. The ends of the figure’s short hair dangle just below the chin. The right hand grips the left at the elbow. The left arm dangles. Rivulets of blood trickle from a wound at the left shoulder. They trickle down the arm, but also float across the body and out from the arm. Behind the figure is a glowing background with spatters bursting out from the center. The words “Short Story” and “Genre: Mystery” are displayed in front of the image. The story title is displayed at the top. The title card and title fade and lines from the story appear over the image: “Too much blood. Too much blood is dripping. He’ll smell it. He’ll find me. She tried to focus, to focus on her heartbeat, on the blood pumping through her arteries, squeezing through her veins, fanning out through her capillaries. She could track every drop, every microliter.” The title appears again at top as the last lines fade. A watermark of the site URL appears at bottom right throughout.]
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