Pink Corruption Cubic Novels & Stories

As if mocking her, there was none. ...pink carnations symbolize the love of a woman–or a mother, do they not? Underneath her breath, the Princess quietly released a dry, ugly bitter excuse of a laugh as she slowly crushed the offending flower in her grip until it crumpled and withered within her small hand that has strangled, stabbed and stolen lives. (Her youth was irrelevant. Her hands weren’t clean. It was as dirty as them.) She has done… things. Horrible, frightful things beyond their imagination ever since the queen poisoned her, things that often kept her up on some nights, telling herself over and over again that whatever she had done, she only did it because there was no other way.

Julio added, his eyes shining. "I've told Ted to help me find the place. It might take some time, being that we only have an idea of what the inside looks like. But the pink powder..." I said, hoping it would be a clue. Damon shook his head. "There are at least fifty, if not a hundred, places that manufacture the pink powder. It's just a variation on heroin. It makes things more fun. The variety came out about a year or two after I took the throne. It was mostly done by people our age."

Obviously, Jean initiated their talk as she would play violent video games with the boys and knew every single game and its story. Once the billing was done, they rushed to the cloth market in the basement of the main market where the shop giving such a big discount was situated. No shop could ever give a discount of up to 70% straight. The clothes which they were selling under big discount prices were visibly compromised on quality. But it was difficult for the girls to understand that, and their mother also did not mention anything because her mind was somewhere else.

"Have you ever taken such things?" She looked eager. "I have enjoyed party drugs a few times, but never the fabled Pink. It has quite a reputation for making things better, both gentle and significant. But it is impossible to find for love or money, I heard you have to be a friend of the supplier?" Sam pointed out the marks on the pill, a zero on one side and an off-center lightning bolt on the other. The pink color was also unique, and she pointed out there was a thin white layer in the center in the pill. "These are the marks of the real thing. A few people tried to make imitations but the color is impossible to match. They wound up out in the desert."

Her eyes were aflame with excitement as she opened the door. The panacea polypore lay still within the velvet cushioning, but where it should be flawlessly white, it was instead glistening in red. To make things worse, while normal polypores tended to be plump and meaty, this one was rock hard and rotting on the edges! "What the…" Cindy gaped. "What the hell is this? Why is it rotting? And it's so hard!" Frank moved forward for a look and chuckled coolly. "Oh, so it's dead."

“Come on, let’s take a peak from afar. Nobody is gonna know.” Zadicus giggled, gesturing to them to go inside as they walked. They all stopped at the edge, on a fair distance there was a silver rock lying over an obsidian. “That’s Fiend Forgery.” Zadicus told them, pointing at the silver rock. “The silver one?” Persephone asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “It looks pretty ordinary.” Kriss frowned, displeased at the sight.

Richard said as they were walking to an ATM machine located next to the shopping mall. “Thank you,” Rebecca smiled. “Did mum buy it for you?” Richard asked. “Not really, I bought it last Christmas,” Rebecca replied. “Is red your favourite colour?” Richard asked. “Why do ask?” Rebecca responded. “I’m just asking,” Richard replied. “Pink is my favourite colour, what about you?” she asked. “I love black,” Richard replied. “That’s cool,” Rebecca commented. “I would love to see you wearing pink,” Richard said. “Really? Can I ask you why?” Rebecca said.

I was standing in Aisle 4, staring at a box of Glitter-Puffs. They were neon pink, coated in a crystalline sugar that looked like it could power a small city, and featured a cartoon unicorn that looked high on its own supply. In the world of Oakwood Estates, this box was a war crime. We were a neighborhood of sprouted grains, kale-infused smoothies, and "ancient grain" puffs that tasted like lightly seasoned drywall.

"Fine. Do what you have to do. I think I'll go back to my room, then." She nodded and V went away. As she stood up and looked at the mess she had done, she noticed a hibiscus flower that she overlooked awhile ago. She drew nearer and picked it up. At first she did not believe her instincts for it might just been a coincidence. But apart from she's in the safest place at the moment, she still could not find any other proof that the flower did not come from a Malignobon. She had received many of this leaf before, when she was still in the Realm. Although, it would be ridiculous to think that a Malignobon really had infiltrated her current location now. So what could it really be? She got so co