"Do I have to go?" I asked my mom.
"Yes." Obviously there was no question about it. Suppose it didn't matter if I didn't want to go. "Now go get your dress on."
The dress. It was beautiful. Unfortunately, it was red — definitely was not my favourite colour. I hated red. Everything about it was... Odd. It reminded me of blood and, oh I don't know, the Devil.
"I told you I don't like the colour red."
"And I told you to get your dress on." Wow, so sassy, mom.
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The Mystery Man | completed
Short Story"What happened? Are you okay?" "It was weird, it was as if I was dancing with Lucifer himself." ~ In which a girl believes she has met Lucifer, the Devil. --- COVER CREDIT: peakybooo (give her some love, she's honestly an amazing person) Highest ran...
