My contribution is about a flesh golem named Share, who is fascinated by blood. I’ve included an excerpt below:
I was working in the kitchen, cutting up vegetables for Master’s dinner. I tilted the blade up to the light and looked at myself in it, then angled it differently to see the flashes of whiteness cast by the overhead florescent bulbs.
I glanced down at the pure white tiles on the floor, shifted the blade so I could see them reflected darkly on its underside.
The tiles were missing something.
I stuck out my thumb and slashed through it with the blade.
A dull thud sounded as my thumb hit the floor. I looked expectantly at the stump attached to my hand. No blood. I peered down at the floor, and the piece of meat that lay there. No blood. Frowning, I bent over and grabbed my thumb from the floor and squeezed it, trying to wring out even a single drop of ruby liquid.