Bloody Crayons Novels & Stories

The crayon rolled halfway across the stone floor before stopping next to Jenny’s toes. Jenny bent down to pick up the crayon. The paper wrapper of the crayon made a “rustling” sound against her fingertips. When her fingers touched the crayon, the cracks in the wax expanded slightly. A small piece of wax broke off from the crack and fell onto the back of her hand, emitting a pinkish glow in the gray light.

In my palm, they found a small piece of a candy wrapper soaked in blood. On the back of the wrapper, a few crooked words had been scratched out in blood. I had carved them with my fingernail, bit by bit. The officer held up the evidence bag and read the words aloud for everyone to hear. "Mom, I wish you had never had me." The moment those words came out, the air seemed to freeze. Mom looked like someone had ripped out her spine. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted completely. Liam stared at my body covered by the white sheet. He clawed at the floor like a madman, making horrible scraping sounds.

I joined her, cross-legged on the rug, green in hand. "What're we building? Fort? Monster? Or... family adventure?" Angel nodded, scribbling furious. Her little shoulder pressed mine, warm, trusting. For a second, Mason's poison faded. This? This felt real. Until the crayon snapped in her grip. She froze, staring at the broken half. Then, eyes huge, she pointed at the drawing. At the spot where our stick figures stood. And there, scrawled in faded pencil, barely visible, like it'd bled through from the back of the page, was a word. And it wasn't her writing.

“And it’s Elara, Penny.” She heard giggles from behind, but focused on selecting the best crayons. Placing the crayons in a pile, she checked packets until she beamed. She had just found the perfect one at the end of the pile: a brand-new Little Artist Special Crayon set, one with thick crayons that everyone in class wanted! Smiling triumphantly, she ran back, breathless. “Penny, see what I found-” Her steps faltered— Penny already had a crayon set.

Takuto Kimura lay on his nap mat, his little chubby arms sprawled out as he carefully studied his crayon work. His gaze was focused, his furrowed brow the picture of concentration. On the inside of his arm, in vivid red and yellow crayon, he had written: "Feasibility Report on the Monopoly of Sandbox Production Materials." This was not some simple toddler scribble—it was the blueprint for the next big thing. Or, at least, his next big thing. Sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting striped shadows across his round face, making him look like a zebra plotting something very, very suspicious.

He informed Salvatore, and horror poured on Salvatore; his eyes went wide and his jaw looseneded. “What!” Salvatore exclaimed. The Chinese Bloody Axe was the most prominent mafia in Asia and one of the biggest in the world. They were popularly known for their Ninja Assassins. They had never lost a battle instory. “Damn!” Alessandro cursed, brushing his hand over his face in frustration. Camilla and Ruby were thrown into confusion, as they didn't even know what the Chinese bloody axe meant or was.

"Don't worry, when you do get grandbabies it's wonderful" Eloise plops down next to my mum as Josie gets up to take her turn. Next to me, Briella yanks the yellow crayon out of my hand and clumsily places the green one into it before directing my hand over to the uncoloured sun. I nod my head and colour the sun in green, the grass is already blue so the sun might as well be green.

Xavi asked, snapping me from my thoughts. I glanced at him and with my lips pursed, “Let’s go,” I murmured as I climbed into the carriage. It was not truly my business, and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled in this mess. The ride jolted with bumps, but suddenly something swirled into my nostrils, a sharp, metallic, unmistakable smell, like blood. My eyes darted over my body, yet I was not injured, so where was this coming from?

Blood flooded the front of her body and her white hair was now dyed red. The only thing they could do now was to wait until the people who were going to pick them up realize this mess and came before the situation really got out of hand. Without any lighting, the place looked very tense coupled with the female vampire who had lost control of herself and was filled with thirst. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly. And when the people, who supposed to pick them up, arrived, in two black vans, which then stopped right in front of Kyril and Dom, a person got out of one of them. Someone they didn't expect at all.

Lucianne pondered for a moment before she muttered to herself, “So, surgery was needed.” “Oh no, ma’am. They gave him a laxative and got the feces out before sending it to the lab. I’m told that the substances in crayons are harmful to our digestive systems, but it’s not fatal if it’s removed within thirty-six hours. But my teaching career was over after that incident.”