Lowercase R In Bubble Letters Novels & Stories

Ares nodded. Lucy stepped forward, flicking her hands and muttering some words. There was a large bubble placed around our group. When I took my eyes off that bubble I found us all with our own colored bubbles. None of them are the same. Ares' was black, black as night with red dots around. "Satan's balls! That's a great witch's curse." Lucy grumbled, clearly knowing more than the rest of us. "Layman's terms please." I asked.

Grabbing bubble bath from my little bathside kit, I poured it under the running water. I curled my knees to my chest, feeling the water rise up to my toes, then my ankles, and slowly, higher and higher up to my legs. When it was just under my breasts, I turned it off, seeing the white, lavender and vanilla smelling bubbles surrounding me. I took a deep breath, an ear to ear grin plastered on my face. As I cupped my hands and held infront of me soapy fun-ness, I began thinking about how Kol had seen my nightmare. It was a little fuzzy to me since it was tampered with, but I

Bed neatly made. Chest closed. Candle stubs on the desk. Then, in the dim reflection of the small, warped mirror over the washstand, I saw it. Red. Letters. Slowly etching themselves across the glass as if an invisible hand dragged some thick, viscous ink across it. My breath caught. I turned fully. The letters bled into being in jagged strokes, each one appearing with obscene patience. R. E. B. O. R. N. The word hung there, the red glistening wetly.