Random Short Stories 📕

Red🌹🥀

This is a flash fiction on what emotions I think connect with the colour red. Don't forget to read + vote. And keep on reading 😜
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I thrust the poker into the fire. It began to glow white-hot. Perfect. I thought. He ran into the room.
"You'll never run away from me." He whispers as he grits his teeth.
"Well, I just did." I say. I take the poker and thrust it towards his chest, unfortunately he put his arm in the way. A sizzling sound occurred as the poker touched his arm.
"Argh!" He screams as he crumbles to the ground, curled up in a ball. Time. That's what I need more of and that's what I got right now. My anger fueled me as I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom. What should I do? What should I do?? I asked myself as I began to gasp for breath. The large window was behind me. No the drop is too large. I muttered. I crawled underneath my bed. The door opened.
"Alexa, I know you are in here. You must pay for what you have done..." He whispered.
I roll over and tip-toe into my closet. He enters into the bathroom. I open drawers frantically until I found it. Yes, my dad's old fencing sword. I pick it up and remove the tape that was covering the sharp tip. I fling open the closet doors and point the tip at his chin before he can do anything.
"It's over." I say quietly.
One part of me wants to kill him, that's the angry part. The other part of me wants to kill him slowly and suffer torture, that is the part of me that wants pain. Pain from others. But, before I can decide on my pain, my anger takes over and thrusts the sword into his chest. His eyes, like dark brown leaves. They begin to water, and then cry.
"Well, I'm not going to let you escape." He sneers.
He grabs his revolver before I can take it. No...NO! I think in my head as he fumbles to load it. I pull the sword out which makes him fall to the ground in pain. My pain part is trying to take over but it's too late. He picks up the revolver and pulls the trigger. I can see the bullet fly in slow motion towards me. It hits my leg, and I feel as if my skin is tearing apart, my bone has shattered, and that I have internal bleeding. Pain consumes me as my anger tries and tries to take over. It never works. Pain always wins.

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-Octavia <3