Red Door Yellow Door Game Novels & Stories

Perhaps that is the distinguishing difference, and of course I have no way to tell what each color symbolizes. Suddenly, I hear voices from up ahead. They are getting louder so I know I will run into the owners of these voices soon. I panick and reach for the door handle to a grey door on my right. It's locked. I rush to the next one on the right, a pale yellow one, just past the last. It is locked too. Shit! I pray the next one opens and that it is empty. It is a bright red door and it isn't locked. I open it, rush inside, and quietly shut it behind me. My back is pressed up against the door. My eyes are closed and I am focusing on deep breaths so that my heart stops its chaotic fluttering.

Andrea just secretly rolled her eyes to him and looked at Franklin who was riding the cart. The game was called game of the death, or chivalry death game. Any number of participants can enter the game. Now, there are only two numbers of participants, Alpha Homer was entrusted to be Alpha by the small version of Andrea, and Franklin who was entrusted fully by Andrea. In the game, there are two sets. First, the participants need to ride in the cart while the two horses are dragging the cart while running spontaneously around the oval.

Vincent raised his head slightly. Arthur turned his back only to see a red door. He was bemused because this door was different. Every door that led to Nicodemus memory were blue and not red. "I think we've found our weapon." Vincent muttered while they both stared at the red door.

Abruptly, my feet zoomed to a dark black floor and I came face to face with three doors. The middle one of the RED color, the left one of BLUE color and the right one also the last one of PINK color. "Uh... what do these doors want me to do?" I asked, hoping someone could answer for me. Nothing. Just complete silence. "Am I in Xavier's mind or something? And what do these colors represent of?" I walked closer to the RED door but it screamed danger. "Maybe not this one." I mumbled, about to pass away from it but curiosity got the best of me.

The rest of Team Yellow, following Yssy’s instructions, are scattered among the kiddie rides consisting of a Ferris wheel, a dragon-shaped rollercoaster and a merry-go-round; all of them mini and brightly colored where rust hasn’t yet taken over. “Ohhh, right,” she says. “Being originally Team Red, I’m also privy to confidential intel that my team’s flag is behind Door No. 2 – naturally, the Throne Room. You know, in case you change your mind about all this breakout plan and decide you want to become war game MVP.” “Nope. My mind’s all made up. I want out of here.” “All righty then,” Nathan says. Then with a flourish: “This way, milady. After you.”

“But...she's-” The yellow haired player interuppted by the red one. “If you feel like it's a cheating, then don't get involve. It's your lose...” She felt uneasy and look for a way to log out. But her hands tremble upon realizing that she don't know the way out. She has no way to ask those player who have an interior motives. But she plead to the yellow haired one, “Please-” Before she could ask, the yellow player smiled sadly. “We need-” he cleared the lump in his throat. “-to kill you.”

now saying it softer. "A game will occur tonight, so better be ready, don't worry the rules are simple." She said and glanced around to spot anyone nearby, "Killer and Targets, that is the most important thing you need to take note of. Killers will kill, Targets will run and hide. The Killers will be given a random assasination weapon and a target's information, while the Target will be blindfolded and tied on the hands. Each round of the game will end in three ways, first is if the target was able to name the killer in front of them, second if the killer was able to kill the target, the third option is if at 8 a.m. no one was able to kill the target or the killer in front of the target wasn

The door blinks, its color changes in different colors starting from red followed by orange, then yellow turns to green and it became blue followed by indigo and lastly violet. The color changing repeats again. They noticed that the door is unique, but there is no tag. This door is different from the former doors they have entered. There's no key nor tag to answer. Hannah memorized the sequence of the colors by saying it. Her friends heard her memorizing so, they memorized it too. Until Adam said, "Those colors are familiar to me. I know there's a thing with that of colors." How about you guys? he asked.

she told us, and instinctively, without question, we stepped forward. I placed my palm on the left door and Nik placed his palm on the right one. Our hands were on the circular designs near the edge of the door. The golden blood leaked from my hand and passed through the carvings on the door, making it look like the carvings over it were made out of real gold. Nik's red blood passed through the carvings on the right and then our blood slipped into each other. The carvings had both, red and golden colours.

Paul huffed and Leo agreed with him. We have labels for the type of game we will be playing. Yellow if it's easy, and we will just tease, push them around, but nothing physical. Orange is when we will leave them with nothing, inflict physical damage, but not to the point of danger, and lastly and the most extreme is red. We will fūck with their heads until they go back to the city and go straight to an asylum. Some of my friends like red, including me. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing how a once almighty person drops to the ground, and loses their identity.