Bloody Crayons Novels & Stories

My eyes flew to him only to see the first aid kit that he was holding. “What’s that for?” Pointing at the ointment and the cotton ball on his hand, I asked. “It’s a treatment for your stupidity,” he blurted out as he put the ointment on the cotton. He was about to hold my chin but stopped when I diverted my head on the other direction. A line appeared on his forehead right after he let out a heavy sigh. “I can manage.” I insisted and was about to snatch the cotton but failed. Yadiel grabbed my both hands and locked it using his free hand before placing above my thighs while the other one was now damping the cotton ball around my wound. His lips were slightly open while focusing to my forehea

I want to ask him what he means by those words, but I promised to keep this fun and I have a feeling that the question might just ruin that promise. I clear my throat and look away. "Well, mine is red." "Why?" He asks now. "Cause it represents danger. And I guess everyone needs a bit of that in their lives. Danger is fun." I look at him for that last bit and he chuckles, his mouth smile appearing. "You have no idea what you’re talking about. " "What’s your favorite song?" "I don’t have one." Here we go again. That doesn’t stop me from answering mine though. "A thousand years. Have you listened to that?"

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El stifled a groan and turned to Lucas, who looked utterly mortified. "Right, back to class, folks!" The Principle shuffled his chair back as he stood, vaguely gesturing with one arm. They filed out of the office into the main hallway, where the magnolia paint was peeling off the walls in places, revealing a pale green underneath. "Psychiatric green", El had once told her, thought to be a calming colour. Lucas took off down the hall, slamming a locker door as he went. "Well, that's just great," El grumbled.

The scent of washable paint, old juice boxes, and cinnamon graham crackers clung to the walls like the lingering echoes of little voices. Anya Petrova crouched down beside a plastic table smeared with glitter glue and tiny fingerprints. A lopsided construction paper crown perched on her head, sliding to one side like a drunken halo. "Okay, Kings and Queens of the Crayon Kingdom, it's cleanup time!" she declared with mock severity, wagging a glitter-dusted finger at the room full of preschoolers. Half of them groaned. The other half ignored her entirely.

"Explain to me how you saw it." "To me, it's just water , that's because I'm magical but to you , it's just gonna give you whatever image it's wants you to see, I don't know.". Raphael turned away from him and picked the syringe up from the ground, staring at it delicately. The syringe glowed with four different colours as Raphael stared at it, Red, blue, grey and white each respectively belonging to the plant families, Aconite, Hemlock, deadly Nightshade and Mandrake.

“My teacher gave me some art homework but I don't have any crayons here. Could you please get me some?” Alexei had an innate talent for drawing and I knew how much he enjoyed gifting me and Lincoln a picture of his family every month to showcase his growing progress. But I was currently depressed so I didn't feel like going out at that moment. “Darling, can't we get the crayons tomorrow instead? It's quite dark so I think it's best we-” “Please, Mommy,” My son stubbornly insisted, “I really want those crayons tonight. Please get me some crayons...”

Crouching down, I looked at the pools of blood which lay on the ground. Lycan blood had a slightly blackened tint to it; showing the taint which ran through their veins. It was in a large puddle next to another smaller one. This one had a slight iridescence to it. The antibodies in it, causing it to slightly shimmer in the light. Vampire blood. And the third puddle… “Mars…” I put my hand out, taking out the tiny scrap of paper which sat in it and opened it. Looking down at the handwriting, I closed my eyes. Come and play, Raynes. Johan had her…

“And he’s got these big, bright blue eyes, almost like he was wearing those colored contacts.” “You mean, like pastel or a piercing shade of bright blue?” “I don’t know, exactly,” I said. “When I was a kid, there was this crayon in my box of Crayolas that was called Periwinkle. It was kind of like that, it was the rarest eye color I’ve ever seen. It was the lightest blue ever, as blue as the sky. I don’t know who he is, but I’ve gotta find

He is being frames but only God knows why. Joel is not only an animal but a bloody monster who should be dealt with in the most severe way. The trial was progressing and the odds were not in Freddie's favour. Something drastic has to be done or else Freddie was not only going to lose the case but his life as well because I had a strong feeling that Joel will not stop until Freddie is wiped out completely.