Lavender Painted Doors

Lavender Painted Doors

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 17, 2018
I walked down the corridor of the old, broken building, and brushed my hand along the smooth wood of the Lavender Painted Doors. These doors were the only part of the house that were not run down and neglected. It was as if someone had come in, and taken care of the doors for the 107 years the house had been there. As I came to the smashed in window, I felt a sharp pain in my finger. I snap my head toward the last and most pristine lavender door and I watch as my blood soaks through the wood of the door. I sprint towards the smashed in window and jump onto the nearby tree, hanging off a low branch and dropping to the soft grass with a thud. I ran home and picked out the splinter of purple, causing a bubble of blood to sit on my finger. The splinter of lavender fell to the floor without a sound, causing me to realise how quiet the house really was. I tiptoed to the doorway of my room, I peeked around the corner and jumped back behind as I saw the door across the hall to mine. It was another Lavender Painted Door.
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The banging starts again but this time a lot louder. I can hear the girls screaming up stairs. I pick up my phone and dial 911. "Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?" "There are a bunch of wolves outside my house. I think they have rabies or something I'm not sure." The banging gets louder and I can feel my face getting wet from the tears. "Mamm did you say wolves are there?" "Yes Yes there are wolves about 10 of them out here in my front yard. I need help!" I hang up the phone and sit on the end of the stair case. I close my eyes and start praying. Something I haven't done in a while. "I have faith, there is a god. I have faith, there is a god, I have faith, there is a god." I repeat over and over. The glass breaks and I start screaming. I stand up and try to scramble up the stairs. The door comes falling down and there are about 10 wolves standing in front of my door. A woman emerges and walks toward me. She snaps her fingers and the pretty brown wolf is in front of me. Right there by my face. "Ridanna you know what to do." Her teeth is wrapped around my neck and she sinks them in. I try to scream but it's hard to. At first it hurts but now the pain no longer exists. I feel like there is no such thing as pain and I feel light as if I can float off the Earth. Fine as hell white boy with a pro-black activist fall for each other. Cherise Miss Activist doesn't want to date Zaire the fine as hell white boy not for his race but for his secrets. What if he had a past he didn't tell you about and the only way you found out is because the past came to kill you? And I'm not talking werewolves and vampires. Cherise would only wish for problems for they would be so simple compared to hers and Zaire's. If any woman found out Zaire's secrets they'd take off running to the nearest police station or they end up in a body bag in the end. Depends....which will come first?

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