Problem Solved Bloody T-shirt Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV Ryder groaned in frustration, Not a single shirt worked to cover the mark on his neck. Not unless he wanted to look suspicious wearing a shirt with the collar up and buttoned to the top. ‘Or wait, a turtleneck midsummer is even better! That would definitely not draw suspicion, would it?’ The retired Beta thought sarcastically as he ripped the turtleneck from his body and threw it at the wall. He shook his head, wondering how he ever thought that would work.

You didn't say anything. I remember one day, he gave me two of his white T-shirts to wash. I soaked the shirts together with some of the other clothes in the same bowl. But by the time I was washing them, I discovered that the color from the other clothes had bled onto his white T-shirts. I tried my best to scrub the stains out, but I couldn't get them clean. Scared, I had to hang them on the clothesline just like that.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

He said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry to trouble you. It is not easy to get the stain of yellow mango juice washed off. If you can't, you don't have to force yourself. I have a few other T shirts here with me." "Okay, let me have a try." It wasn't until I took the T shirt back that I realized what Oogway had said was right. No matter how hard I tried, there was still yellow stains on the pure white T shirt, making it quite ugly. As I was so concentrated on washing the stains, I dragged and pulled the T shirt, making it somewhat enlarged. I looked at the stained part of the T shirt in despair and said to myself, "I'd better buy him a new one after I go back."

" I didn't see anything that day or when I was opening the fasteners today. But I can see it now... " " What ??? " I was confused. " Your t-shirt is a bit transparent because of dampness. You must have perspired when you were in the washroom for so long. And... I can see through it... " Oh no... I looked at myself. Shit !! I picked up the AC blanket and covered myself. " Oh, God !! You are literally shameless. " " I know... Everyone keeps telling me. You wanted me to tell you the truth so I told you. "

I think they both team up against me. Bulky raised his knife high to kill me, I used my left leg to rise high, and kick his right arm, which made his knife fly away. Before they react I used my right leg, to kick his back, so he stumbled and fell on me, I used my head to hit his head, he groaned in pain, I wiggled out my hands from the black hair's grip, I stood on my feet, I removed my shirt, reminded in my black sports bra, I tied the shirt on my cut which is bleeding heavily, once I tightened the grip, the bleeding slowed down.

" I didn't see anything that day or when I was opening the fasteners today. But I can see it now... " " What ??? " I was confused. " Your t-shirt is a bit transparent because of dampness. You must have perspired when you were in the washroom for so long. And... I can see it. " Oh no... I looked at myself. Shit !! I picked up the AC blanket and covered myself. " Oh, God !! You are literally shameless. " " I know... Everyone keeps telling me. You wanted me to tell you the truth so told you. "

This one just had a hole in the side of this face. I slowly started pulling off his dark clothes which was honestly a struggle. I tore off my bloody shirt and slipped it on. The shirt had blood on it but it wasn't really visible which was a win for me. I had to get new clothes. I took a deep breath and forced myself on my feet, groaning in pain at each movement to my left leg. Once I was up, I took a deep breath.

He put his finger to his face and then stared at the blood, incredulous that something so warm and dark could be pouring out of him. Camilla approached from behind with a box of tissues in her hand. “At least he didn’t combust,” she said, plucking one of the tissues from the box and handing it to Bobby, who promptly tucked it up his nostril. We waited a few minutes while he collected himself, and the whole time I couldn’t stop staring at the bloodstains on his white Bowie shirt. He loved that shirt. Now it was ruined. Johnny was the one who started the fight. Bobby called for a timeout to go clean himself up and to get some fresh air, but Johnny wasn’t too happy about that.