A/N: we drew color and I got the color orange and I think we should all start worshiping the boots now too. This was also a short story and only had to be half a page.
TW: buried alive
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Amber was mesmerized by the orange sunset on the horizon. The slight breeze caused the crisp air to nip at her nose and the rust colored leaves crunched under her feet.
Walking down the sidewalk, Amber passes houses with burnt orange pumpkins of all different shapes and sizes on their front porches.
As she approaches a sandstone colored house with a squirrel sitting on the top of the fence looking as if it's glaring at her, she notices a group of teenagers in the side yard huddling around a fire.
Continuing on her path she stops when she hears the crunching of the fallen rust colored leaves behind her along with the scent of spices. Turning around to see who is following her, she is met with a vivid orange cloth in her face before she loses consciousness.
Waking up, Amber finds herself tied up in a 6 foot deep hole with the bottom half of her body buried in rusty looking dirt that was slowly being piled on top of her. The last thing she ever saw before being buried alive was her murderer's tangelo orange rain boots.
The afternoon of the next day, the wildlife rangers got a call about someone having found an endangered flower freshly planted in the woods. When they went to investigate they found a large dug up plot with a patch of Flame Azalea's planted in the freshly dug up soil along with a pair of dirtied tangelo orange rain boots sitting in the middle of the patch of flowers as if they were being worshiped.
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Story's I wrote for Class
Short Storyjust some assignment my teacher gave us to work on that I decided to post This book also may have graphic content like blood gore and possibly some triggering topics --------- Everything before the first A/N chapter was wrote when I was in like 7th...
