1162 Yellow Pill Novels & Stories

replied Isaac as he handed the Rx. “ID please.” Isaac gulped. Sweat dripped down his greasy face as he handed in a fake Id saying he’s 22. The lady folded her face in contempt, mockingly staring at the ID and then at him, and then back. “The full prescription?” she asked, confused. “Uh, yes please.” She pursed her lips, “I’ll be right back.” The pharmacist came back and landed a brown paper bag that contained 5 canisters of rattling pills which were blindingly bright pink.

“There are some rules you have to follow as you live in this mansion Anyways, I have told Flora that you will go with her tomorrow as you are not feeling well. From the inside of his pocket, he pulled out a pill bottle. “Here take your medicines” he rattled two pills out of the box. “What medicines?” “Don’t be stupid the one you promised to take earlier this morning” I swallowed audibly and looked hesitantly at the pills in his hand. Two oval-shaped yellow tablets lay in his hand. I do not know what kind of pills he is asking me to take. Do I even have a chance of knowing? No. They could easily lie.

Alex flung her hand away. “Don’t be so casual with me. I have a wife.” “Hmph! As if you don’t have other women around you.” “Are you a normal woman then?” “I’m going to bite your neck and let you bleed to death.” “Don’t. Only normal women get to bite me.” After saying this, Alex immediately rushed off to make new pills. The pill he had to make was a grade six pill called a limit-breaking pill. It was higher in class and way more effective than regular antidote pills. Not only could it help with detoxification, but it could cure other ailments such as numbness and dizziness.

Her eyes gleamed after reading the description on the bottle. “I had no idea Hue would hide something good like this from me,” she chuckled. “No wonder he is always happy he consumes these. Does his bad mood explain that he had forgotten to take it today?” She dropped two yellow pills on her palm and sniffed them. It had a citrusy smell, unlike any other medicines that smelt either sweet or bitter. She prepared teas and put a pill in each cup. The light yellow tea turned darker, just like black tea. Faint steam danced on the surface of the cups. A citrusy aroma lingered in the air.

Helen said, but the pain was too severe to bear that she asked the lady for the pill she had earlier offered her. "You should take only a tablet, it's just 250mg and you will feel relief in no time." The lady in the red T-shirt handed her a full sachet and asked her to keep the rest. "I have more at home." She said to Helen when she refused to keep the rest.

An elite-quality pill soon came into view. Normally, Emery did not bother to look twice at someone else's pill, but she had to do a double take when she noticed the nine golden lines on the pill. In her shock and astonishment, she exclaimed, "An elite-quality pill?! But how?! It can't be possible?!" Disbelief was strewn across her visage, and her momentary distraction caused all the materials in her cauldron to burn. There was no denying that the Crystal Spring Pill in front of Severin was an elite-quality pill with nine unmistakable golden lines.

I opened it, and I stared at the white pills in confusion. I know a lot about drugs; my grandmother went in and out of the hospital, and all the drugs prescribed to her. I did all my research on them before she took them. I brought it closer to my nose, taking a small sniff. I know this drug so well. The colour is a pale yellow, and the shape is different, and my grandma complained of the smell and taste; this drug is fake. I checked the other drugs, and he just stared at me, annoyed as I looked through all his medications.

Maybe marriage was maturing me. I closed the vanity cabinet, then paused. Something wasn’t right. Opening the door again, my eye was drawn to the second shelf. My visual memory was off, and there was a new item tucked behind some eye drops. I carefully removed the thin plastic square and held it in front of me. The two halves snapped open like a book, and inside was a sleeve of pills. It took me a moment to understand why the month-long-supply was divided by color: three weeks of yellow and one week of white. Several yellow ones were missing from the foil.

Solana asked in annoyance. “You know, Amelia… stop resisting. You have no one here. Just give up like your mother did. She died helplessly too because of this drug.” Solana showed her the bottle of pills they’d been giving her, and everything clicked in Amelia’s mind—the strange changes in her body, the worsening illness, the switch in the pills. She remembered how her medication suddenly turned yellow, unlike the white pills her father used to give her. She thought it was normal… but now she knew.

THE MAN IN YELLOW