Novel & Cerita Glitchy Red

T‌oo inn‍ocent. I f‍ound i‌t‍. Red. Not bright c⁠herry red.‍ Dark r‌ed. Bl‍ood red.​ The color of‍ violence and pass‍ion. It was silk‍, strapl​ess, with a slit tha‍t went u‍p to the t⁠hig‍h. I pulled i‍t out.‍ "This one,"‍ I said.⁠

He accused me of breaking up with him for this reason and of refusing to return to Annsberg because of it. Seth looked baffled, but I felt humiliated. How dare he slander my friend like that? I slapped him hard and shot back, "Get a life, dumbass. How is it that you still haven't gotten used to it? We ended things a long time ago. "And who was the first to cheat in our relationship? Do you really want me to spell it out and strip away what little dignity you have left? "Get out of my sight. Now." I rarely spoke so cruelly. Sebastian stood there in shock.

I just thought it would be awkward bumping into someone you know without saying something to them. "Yeah, I got a gig. I'm painting a couple of people for one magazine, MoonDash. They saw my work on I*******m and want me to do a feature with them," she replied, sounding confident. "Good; that's good for you. I have to run though. See you around." I said to her and went on my way.

The Strategy of the Glitch They ran to the back of the school property, where the woods met the fence. Elara pulled the yellow pixel out. It was growing, its light turning the surrounding grass into a vibrant, neon-green "Source-Texture." "Rhys said a 'Selfless-Glitch' would crash it," Elara said, looking at the pixel. "The Migration needs us to be 'Users.' It needs us to accept this world so it can use our brains as processors." "What are you going to do?" Julian asked, his voice shaking.

KYLA The car glided down the sleek road, engine humming softly. The only light source was the rhythmic flash of the street light, slicing through the dark street. Mr. Redd was driving with one veiny arm on the steering wheel and the other casually resting beside the gearshift. Two of his upper buttons are undone. She hated how he looked effortlessly hot. She hadn’t expected him to agree. Hadn’t expected him to take her himself. Definitely hadn’t expected it to happen now.

Seeing all kind of people surround what seems to be my body, I got dumfounded, not because of dying like that but because I’m capable of thinking despite being dead, moreover I’m still sitting in my seat in this surprisingly cheerful interrogation room, so why my body is over there, and why I become some kind of dark red smoking entity, my hand is some kind of foggy blood red hand with black long sharp claws, wait a minute, why those people surrounded by all kind of colors, “pink, yellow, orange, blue, white”,‘Those rainbow smokes are coming from those guys, can it be what it called Aura’. I thought while looking at myself.

And my wolf finally spoke to me for the first time since I planned to break my red string. Beautiful... ***** Ed_Dianthe | Ms. Ed

The red indicator light is no longer flickering. It burns a solid, unblinking crimson. It isn't just watching me anymore. It's transmitting.

Why the hell is my mark glowing red? The Witch is coming to again. This time I don’t knock her out.

Damn, there I went again, slipping up. L: Haha, good one. R: Well? L: Just meet me here. R: Okay. I waited, but my patience was wearing thin. Instead of just standing around, I walked inside. The studio was familiar—Camorra owned it, after all. I wandered through the rooms until I found her. My jaw nearly hit the floor when I saw Ruby upside down, her back arched in a way that made my mind go wild. My eyes traced the curve of her body, lingering on her navel, her cleavage, and her collarbone. Holy—