CRIMSON LIES
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Last published Thu, Feb 13, 2025
Crimson Lies
A labyrinth of veiled truths, where crimson sins murmur in the dark.
Callow in descry, drifting between echoes of yore-shadows latibulate within the blood, a curse whispered through the marrow of time. Redemption? A folly, a jest, an illusion draped in midnight silk.
Then him. A man with eyes like vanishing stars-fractured, tempest-born, stitched in the ruin of a splintered mind. He arrives not as a savior, nor a specter, but as both. A hymn of solace, a dirge of damnation. His past, a wraith skulking beneath his skin, waiting, watching, devouring.
Their fates intertwine-an ouroboros of love and ruin, of trust as brittle as moth-wing paper. Secrets coil between their breaths. Betrayal, a silent specter at their backs. They waltz upon a precipice, where each whispered vow may be a noose, each caress a curse.
The truth? It lingers unseen, a phantom at the edge of vision.
Love or ruination? Salvation or abyss?
The lies have always been crimson.
Now, will they bleed?
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A storm brews so slowly that you hear your blood rush through your veins. How do you keep yourself sane when insanity is your best friend? Kiara is standing in the eye of the storm. Bloodied and bruised by daggers of the past; past that is not hers. What started as an unethical help for a patient has now turned into a frenzied search for a man who said goodbye to many, silently. The search soon turns into a chaotic hunt for truth that drags Kiara to the dark places she has never been to, places that hold the darkest secrets and, places that have only seen blood and heard screams. How will she reveal the truth when every loyalty of every person in her life is at the question? How will she fight and win alone when each of them is a possible betrayer?? How will she throw light on the truth when the deeper she digs the darker it gets? Her life is at the lowest stake. When she can't trust anyone, when every person she meets is a person of suspicion, it's on her to crawl through the graves and make the dead speak. Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story deals with topics such as psychological issues and mental disorders, their effects on the lives of people suffering from them, and the people around them, and the importance of getting and providing help. If you are dealing with any such issues please talk to a trusted person and ask for help. You are important. DISCLAIMER/CREDITS: None of the pictures used on the cover and chapters is owned by me. I have no right over them and they belong to their respective owners/creators. I chose those pictures from online portals that offer royalty-free images, hence I do not know the creator and whom they belong to. If you see your work here, Kindly contact me and if you would like I can delete them and if not then I will be more than happy to mention your name and give credits.
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