Novel & Cerita Always Red

Red is so not my color. Then I passed out. Classic me, right?

This question was directed at the grey haired man who looked like he had anticipated one of their intrusive questions. "Hm, my dear, like you already know, Red literally means danger and also means we should prepare for war. It is time to show our true prowess!" The old one said, tapping his fingers against the corner of the table. If Alasdair hadn't left him before, he'd also be yelling home happily..

I muttered. The silence swallows the room, the only sound is the relentless ticking of the clock. My fingertips painted a crimson danced a nervous rhythm around the stem of my wine glass. The heavy damask drapes, a deep shade of merlot, pooled on the floor like spilled blood. A ruby pendant, the matching set to the earrings adorning my ears, dangled from a delicate silver chain around my neck, catching the flickering light and throwing a series of tiny red suns across the mahogany table. Red, it had always been red. a bold choice. The color of passion, of power. but red was always my shield, my armor against the world.

"This will do the trick." It's deep cherry red.

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

RED. To be Continued

At least Dad warned me about the big, swanky Christmas party he’ll be holding in a couple of weeks. I wonder if he’ll think red is a good color. It’s a festive red, deep, almost burgundy. Not like a stop sign or anything. It’s cut straight across my chest, exposing my shoulders, but with long sleeves and a full-length skirt. I can’t imagine he would raise any objections.

Always waiting. •••••

The Red Rave's car was armored, so the security decided to stay inside it and prepare to leave as soon as possible. The armor was not enough to calm Darren and Kath, who embraced each other and cried, terrified, living the materialization of the nightmare that had haunted them once. It also did not deter Timothy, who pounded the bodywork, hit the windows with the revolver, after firing two shots at the front window and discovering the protection.