We've updated our Content Guidelines.
Review the latest guidelines to keep sharing stories safely.
The Colour of Death

The Colour of Death

  • WpView
    Reads 55
  • WpVote
    Votes 9
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing10m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Apr 6, 2016
WpInfo
Fiction
Romance
A short story I wrote when I was school to be expanded upon and fleshed out a little. "There it is. The colour of death. Green gangrene, violet bruised kisses, crimson lathered blood, a sinking abyss of black at the end. "Stop it, please, stop it..." The voice in Emilia's head is drowned out by the oh so demanding colours. A feeling of power wells up within her, tapping into that dark part of her soul where the monster, the 'gift', dwells. She is the grim reaper cloaked in darkness, a scythe waiting for the rich ruby colour of blood to creep across it. This is who she really is."
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Possessive Gang Leaders Princess
  • Scarred Love
  • My Teddy
  • From Death to Life- Book One
  • Emotion Note
  • Unexpected Love [GXG]
  • A Deadly Love- Book Two
  • Buck Fever (GirlxGirl)
  • The experiment.
  • 0° Celsius :To Thaw A Frozen Heart ( Sample)

I sit down on my bike looking around the school parking lot. Listening to music, I stand up begin to walk through the student-less parking lot. Honestly, it's not like I meant to be late. My music cut out causing me to hear a whistle. I stop in my tracks and pull my headphones down to my neck. Turning around, I seen a group of men with one guy who just smirked at me. "You new here beautiful?" one of the guys asked. "What do you think Einstein?" cocking my brow. "Ohh. Challenging? I like." he says walking towards me, about two inches away. "Really?" biting my lip, as he continued walking towards me. He reaches out and grabs my hip, "Mmhmm," smiling down at me. Swiftly, I grab his hand, turn him around, kick him right above the back of his knee, and pushes down so he's on his knees in front of me in a position of which I could brake his arm, "What a shame, 'cause personally, I don't like fuck boys with various STD'S." I look at all the men in the group who had their jaws dropped, all except for one, "Touch me one more time, and I'll brake your arm in two." I stand and kick his back so he falls on the concert. "Anyone else?" they stare at me blankly. "Didn't think so." When fuck boy tries to get up, I take my foot and slam him back down. Looking back at the boys, I say, "Later boys." Then, I turn and leave. ~~~~ Truce Mane is a girl who recently moved to New York with her youngest niece and nephew along with her uncle Mike. Truce went through many things as a child. She still went through them. Her mother blamed her for everything. She would get into Street fights. As in, she would fight in a dark alley with whoever she could. Sounds bad, huh? Wrong. *** Dante Kings is the most feared gang leader across the world. While he does have his fuck and Chuck's, he's been looking for his princess. He vowed that when he found her, she'd be his and he would treat her like a queen. When the spit fire moves to town and believes he's finally found her. Has he?

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines