Stories tagged “red”
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Staying Friends
“We’ll stay friends, though, right?” He prepared to leave, my heart in his hand, squeezing it into an agreeable answer without even realizing it. “Yeah, of course,” I said, hardly even stumbling as I choked back tears. Not...
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Her hope was to one day open her own shop, filled with the pale golden glory of the morning sunshine. She drew up architectural plans on her legal pad, scratching out lines that turned into doors and windows. Lots of windows. Two years later, her flowe...
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Inside the belly
It had been a long time since Jonas had been on The Inscrutable, but he remembered her well. And that bastard, Leer. It had taken Jonas years, YEARS, to learn to walk again after what Leer had pulled on their last ‘adventure’ together. R...
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After the main sequence
Haruhiko paused outside the house, hearing the door close behind him. Here, away from the streetlights, the world was claret. It was like living in a darkroom. The crimson light made his eyes itch and ache, it felt like he was always straining to see t...
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A Newly Discovered Mortal Blood Drinker
Elisia sat at the kitchen table in the dark, staring at the jar of deep red liquid illuminated by the moonlight shining through the window. She dare not move, for fear of stepping on the corpse that was somewhere on the floor. Her long, bony index fing...
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In the Shadow of Olympus Mons
Even through the heavily tinted portals of the habitation unit, she could almost taste the crimson sky. It was so much worse when they were out there, though. It had taken less than an hour on their first excursion for their shining bright environment ...
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Murderess's Chant
It was Crimson, welling up Scarlet, a pinprick of it Ruby-hued, a precious jewel Wine-deep, drunk off its scent Mistletoe-berry, a kiss from a knife Mahogany, darkening on skin Burgundy, covered by a fresh flow Claret, stark and streaming Coral, the co...
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The Maroon Room
Maroon liquid lined the walls. The windows could not be seen through, they were coated too thick with the color. It dripped from the window sills and splashed into the puddles on the floor. It was splattered across the tall ceilings that towered over t...
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The Spiral
I took the marker and started drawing a spiral. Nothing else, just a spiral. I kept drawing around and around and around and around. The red went on and on and on and on and on in one huge spiral, over and over and over. In circles, one big circle, I j...
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The Hotel Murder Case
The cup was warm; a red lip stick mark was left on the rim of the cup. The bathroom light was left on, with the taps running. Two chairs facing the tip of the bed, a lit smoke lay next to one of the chairs. The bodies were found early today, time of de...
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Journey to The Center of Your Soul
Your parents call you out of bed To tell you of a morbid dread. Cooling blacks and Soothing blues to help numb up and block the news. You tremble from your toes to head and try to sort out what they’ve said: You try to cry with heart of lead, And...
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The Passion
Carlos was standing next to the bathroom sink, when a young couple bracing each other entered the room. The woman was laughing at every word the younger male spoke. They swirled and swirled till they were on the bed. They kissed with great passion, the...
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The Color Red
It surged within me like a cannon, lit and ready to fire. My enemies steered clear of my wrath, but this time I was far gone, my true self had separated from my body, the devil possessing my every move. My face was beyond hot, steaming with redness, a ...
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The Earth's Darkest Hour - 24 Hours
“Go to your family, there’s nothing you can do here tonight.” – “What about the call Kathy.” Francis spoke. – “Francis you need to not worry about anything anymore, just start thinking about your child.&#...
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Red
Sometimes I dream in colors. Lately my dreams have been red. Not the nice primary red you’d see in a children’s classroom, but a deep, dark almost black red. Like dried blood, but no rust. The color stings my eyes. When I wake from the red...
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Red
Colors are what are used to divide. Green separates the grass from the brown of the earth and colors are painted onto countries on spinning globes to show their difference. Black and blue in the sky divorces night from day. White and black skin breaks ...
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The Little Red House
Her glasses are tossed into the pile. Belatedly, a small hand slips into hers, frigid and grimy; and she grips it. They are going together.
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donating blood
There is a hole in my arm. Right in the middle. It’s small and perfectly round, oh, and it’s bleeding. Well, not bleeding anymore, but it was. Blood started flowing almost as soon as the needle pricked its way in and I was hooked up to the ...
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Forget about Little Red Riding Hood
Little Red Riding Deserved to have her intestines ripped out.
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Working Up to It
Let it build, man. Feel it. Micah was taking heavy strides across the street to follow Dino, who finally arrived with his usual entourage of flunkies in tow, into the club. The bouncer had spotted him and already looked nervous. Either he read the expr...
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Lesson Time II
I hated myself for agreeing to it but I was scared of what he’d do to me if I refused. He didn’t look the kind of man to be messed with. As I slipped out of my clothes a wrenching occured in my heart. Cut off, this final step was going to s...
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everything i need
“I made you a mix tape,” he said as he rummaged frantically through his coat pockets. He extracted a haphazardly folded yellow sheet of paper, unfolded it, and presented it to me with his typical lopsided smile. “This is a mix tape?&#...
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The Room from Hell
“Mr. Vince it’s medication time.” A nurse with a squeaky voice spoke. The door creaked open to a dark room; Nurse Marie flicked on the light. Only to see Mr. Vince lying on the ceiling of the room draped in a cloth. As the lights star...
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Busted Hands and Red Paint
Joe had quick hands. Had. Running a brush across a piece of thick paper in slow, jerky lines, he gritted his teeth. Painting was good for him, part of his rehab. He sighed. He had worked hard for an obscure skill set. They’ll be back, he thought,...