Red's Revenge_Toxic Veil_Jonas' Party_Roses are Red
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Red's Revenge
Once the bitter aroma of steaming black coffee stung my nostrils, I tossed the stirring twig, picked up the metal cup, and took a long slurp. It burned my tongue but was soothing down my throat. Although the sun was bright, and no clouds obscured the baby blue of the sky, it was still cold as hell. There was frost from the few sprouts of grass around my makeshift camp. And the partially dead tree I sat under was dripping dew just behind my back. I didn't want to at first but was forced to make a fire if I didn't want to freeze to death. The tree made good so that it could obscure the smoke of ...
Toxic Veil
Anne woke at 12:40 am. Through the darkness of the bedroom she starred at the street-light silhouettes of the lace curtains and the potted plants. Her eyes were stinging. Her throat was raw and breathing was painful. Her body was drenched in sweat and convulsing with cramps. Her mind was racing, what's happening, what's wrong? She rolled over onto her stomach. She dropped one foot over the bed's mattress onto the cold floor. She stretched her arm across the bedside table and slowly pushed her body upright. Her breathing was shallow and her heart was racing. She was in fear of her life.She clic...
Jonas' Party
Deep chillwave bumps from speakers laying on the wooden deck of Universe Coffee and Beer Garden. They were delivered for the event tonight. Jonas Jones, Austin's coolest tech artist, is turningwww.onedoor.cc 30 but officially tonight he is hosting a summer solstice party. Being the premiere art party of the summer, Universe is packed with Austin's finest groups of grungy weirdos and other uber clean-cut folks who look like they came from the future. A freelance social media duo was hired to capture live content of the event from unusual angles and get close-ups. It was a hot summer day but the sun went down...
Roses are Red
Fascination and curiosity. Her thumb pressed gently into the blade of the scissors, rewarding her with the terrible sensation of pain, an echo she had forgotten. Red burst up at the opening, and she watched as if from another body as the blood slid thickly down her outer palm opposite her thumb. Sap from a tree. She had never seen blood before. She was stunned at how fragile she was, at how her skin was so similar to paper that a tool intended to make snowflakes could also snip at her skin. Paper did not bleed, but did it feel pain? She made a light fist, as if holding the handle of an empty...