Bloody Crayons Novels & Stories

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 6 𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒..... 𝐴𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙... 𝐴 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑒...

Paul made a fire and now roasts something on a stick. While he isn't looking in my direction, I find myself staring as leftover tension churns within me. The light from the fire has just the right angle, highlighting Paul’s dark eyes with sparkling waves. His jawline is very sharp, and his eyes are gray. Ok, not simply gray. Like the color of the earth when it is in need of more water and you feel compelled to provide the nourishment it craves, or the color of dark honey, extremely sweet and just a touch bitter.

Well at least I'm wondering because unlike Max, Ashley and Tatiana, I haven't done this before. Mckayla looks at me. "There's something we have to give you." She says. "Like a present?" It's the only thing I can think of even though I certainly wasn't expecting a gift but then again it's not like I have loads of experience with what goes down at sleepovers. "You guys got me a present?" "Well...." Tatiana starts but Max interrupts her. "It's a ritual we do. We are going to give you a knife so you can cut your hand and give us some of your blood."

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

Is he flirting with me ? " What's wrong ?", he asked as I fiddled with the pencils in my hand. " Ahmm..mine is Faber Castel Poly..c..chromos pencils. It's q..quality is good. Maybe you buy it and try.", I said. He smiled. " No matter whichever paint I use and how hard I try, I won't be able to draw your beautiful baby blue eyes as beautifully as they are.", he said. " E..Ethan, stop s..saying such things.", I chided.

- John Carl one by one our group slowly opens their eyes and like me, they ask what is the black sweat that pours from their bodies from this experience, we slowly understand the uses of the Dark Crystal as we finish our test to the Dark Crystal, Uncle Bobby suddenly show 5 Crystals that are different in color there are 4 Blue Crystals and 1 Orange Crystal that came from the special zombie "where is the purple crystal"- John Carl "We already experiment it Bhlezy knew its effect"- Bobby we all look at Bhlezy again and wait for her explanation "hum hum, now you all know my greatness"- Bhlezy

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

Luna’s crayon masterpiece had teeth. Literal ones. Lyra stood in the doorway of the pediatric playroom, a styrofoam cup of terrible coffee in one hand, and took in the scene: half the far wall was now occupied by a mural constructed from taped-up paper sheets. In thick, determined strokes of purple and blue, a lopsided wolf with a very large mouth was biting a stick-figure with a suspiciously crown-like shape on its head. Next to it, a smaller wolf—silver scribbles for eyes—held a heart.

Al asked. “Because he found mine.” “It’s too small.” “He has big head.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Gabby picked up a yellow crayon and began drawing circles beside the two-dimensional version of Rafael. “Lemon tree,” she explained before anyone could ask. The tree looked more like broccoli with chickenpox, but I respected the intention. Al leaned closer. “Draw vomit.” “No.” “He saw my vomit.” “It’s ugly.” “You said my face ugly too.”

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.