Problem Solved Bloody T-shirt Novels & Stories

’ He said, ‘Anti-anxiety pills. ‘Dad… Why do you have to take them?’ ‘Come, let us sit down. I think I should tell you everything.’ ... ‘The whole consignment is rejected. Every colour is fading. All t-shirts are from one batch. After every wash the colour runs and the colour of the t-shirt changes.’ Dad told me the problem he was facing, pointing to the t-shirts lying on the table. ‘That is serious. What did the suppliers say?’ I asked.

Here's a riddle for you: I'm a wolf in woolly disguise, Born to howl with wolfish cries. A life of baas, I did unfold, But claws and teeth, my true gold. What am I? Think you know the answer? Give it a try! It still didn't make sense no matter how Rosy looked at it. She looked at the bottom and saw it was addressed simply as M. She was about to keep it back in the envelope that was when she noticed another folded paper in the envelope. Her heart raced with excitement as she unfolded it. What's this? It was blank. Nothing written on it. She turned it to inspect it from a different and discovered it wasn't entirely empty, her eyes picking up braille points.

I said in a trembling voice. I was about to tear off the hem of the T-shirt I was wearing when Tyron stopped me as Shaun approached the two of them. The three probably woke up because of the commotion going on. “I’ll do it,” Tyron said as he effortlessly tore off the hem of his T-shirt and gently tied it around Shaun's wounded arm. “I am asking you—”

After brushing my teeth and freshening up, I prepared a huge bandage, applied medicine to it, and covered the wound on my back after so many struggles, but in the end, I succeeded. After getting ready, I wore another black T-shirt {yes, the majority of my clothes are black because black clothes surely help in covering these bleeding wounds} and denim jeans. I checked on my mobile and found a couple of tattoo artists here, but then I changed my plan of working at a tattoo shop because I was surely not going to make it easy for Diego to spot me… {I still remember his words, ‘I will come after you’}… Only the mere thought of him is hurting me. I don't know why, but he affected me in more ways t

He’d lost the battle and the evidence was the wager which had soaked a portion of his shirt. He needed to clean up so he let the kids watch tv while he tried to air dry his shirt. Their attention was captured by the cartoon with its vibrant colors. As a result of the bathing battle, Tyler had made sure more water ended up on him. His wet shirt has started hugging his torso, carefully outlining his packs.

I rip it open and shake them out. Sure enough, they’re still damp. I hold up my shirt, looking for any signs of mold or mildew. While I don’t see either my jaw drops at what I do see. The left sleeve has a large hole in it and the back has several tiny holes in it as if it was dragged along something. There was also blood splattered all over it. I drop it and grab my jeans. I unfolded them and I saw the same type of drag marks on them.

I think I was finally calm after knowing that I won’t have to share the bed with my boss. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Axel hadn’t come back yet, but I wasn’t going to take my sweet time getting ready. I quickly dropped the towel and pulled the oversized black t-shirt over my head which thankfully came down to my knees. I see the door of his walk-in closet open so I walk up close it, but as soon as I tried to move I realized my t-shirt had probably gotten tangled with the doorknob and tore off a little around my waist as I tried to walk away from it.

He goes through his drawers trying to find a t-shirt while I wait. ‘I will leave first, then you can leave after some time” he says while trying to find a black T-shirt but his only remaining bright colours. “Fuck!” he growls, looking at his pile of clothes, which are all dirty. He looks down at his wound, clearly still bleeding. “Let me help?” I offer him as he turns to me, “Unless you can magically some of these shirts into other colours, I don’t think there’s anything much you can do” he says, his voice full of frustration.

"Want to see something? Come here and open this box." I got up quietly and went to that box. The thought of what would be inside that box made my heart restless. I extended one hand and opened it within the next breath. A dead body, covered from head to foot with new white linen, was lying under the box. He slid his hands and removed the linen. Her clothes were like that of a royal queen with bloodstains over them. There was grief on her face. And a broken bangle tied around her hand with sharp edges. One end of the bangle pierced her vein, and the blood fell off. Her skin seemed colder.

Antonio felt more relaxed now that the weird nervous atmosphere wasn't surrounding them anymore . " Okay !.......Slowly.....take your arm out . " said Antonio helping him change his shirt . After he took off the shirt Antonio prepared the new cleaned shirt for him . ".......Are you being serious ? " asked Damian when he saw the shirt . " What's wrong ? " asked Antonio . " You do realize this is considered a big size of kid's pajamas , right ? " said Sdamian with a serious tone . " They have the image of Red from the Angry Birds movie . " said Antonio seriously .