BACKSTAGE_The Colour Red_Son of a Thief_Different People
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Therese was extremely excited! She had been planning to attend the festival for months. Therese was a huge fan all of the musicians that would be playing but, she really was only going to see the “main event”. Well, at least in her eyes they were. Her favorite band Powderfinger would be playing and she’d actually had never seen them perform live. She was more than thrilled! All of their songs came flooding back. She could hear them clearly in her head already.As Therese stepped out of the car, she waved to her friend and yelled “Thank you for the ride!” Her friend replied “No worries at ...
The Colour Red
TW: mention of child abuse The colour red makes me tense. I avoid wearing it and I despise how it's the start of every rainbow. I avoid ladybugs like some avoid spiders. And if a stranger were to greet me with a kind smile and tone so lovely, the gestures would render fruitless if they were wearing the colour red. I don't mean to be this way, really. If I had a choice, I would choose whatever thing made me normal. But instead, I am insane. You see, only insane people would find themselves in a situation like this one. I am the barrier between two doors. When I look forward, the blackness swww.onedoor.ccee...
Son of a Thief
As most fairy tales start with once upon a time, this story starts with once upon a man. A man who’s past made his future questionable. Can a son of a known thief be capable of more than stealing? Many around the land believe not. He will always be the son of Felix Richardson, the man who stole the queen’s jewels while working as the castle knight that protected her. Now his son, Victor Richardson who had always dreamed of being a loyal knight will always be on the outside looking in unless he can prove himself a different man from his father. His father paid for his crime with his life, but t...
Different People
Balor opened his eyes to the first rays of morning light trickling in and the soft melodies of the birds, and dread filled his senses. His stomach rolled over several times and his chest felt heavy. It is here.He heard clatters and movements from the floor below him. Curse these elves, why must they thrive in such an energetically mischievous day. Pranks are an embarrassment to the pranked, disrespectful. A few louder clunks from below and Balor gripped his puffy feather filled blanket tightly and pulled it over his head shielding himself from the day ahead. Soft footfalls climbing the...