Red Lines Novels & Stories

A Small Mistake Near the boards, the new surface reached a painted line. For a moment, it hesitated. Then it pushed forward— and erased it. Not cracked. Not covered. Gone. The blue line simply ceased to exist in that small section. Jake’s expression hardened. “Okay. That’s a problem.” Finn flinched. “It didn’t mean to…” Liam nodded. “It doesn’t know what to keep.” Drawing the Line Alex stepped forward, his voice steady. “Then we show it.” Finn looked up. “How?”

(Olandria’s POV) The question stayed there. Not in the air… but somewhere deeper. It was like it had settled under my skin instead of just hanging between us. What should the rabbit do? I stared at the canvas, but I wasn’t seeing it clearly anymore. The colors had started to shift from chaos into something almost… intentional. Dark blues bleeding into muted reds, streaks of orange cutting through like something trying and failing to break free. It wasn’t something I could name, but it felt like something pulled in two directions and refused to tear.

Less than five seconds later, a blue blinking dot appeared on the southwest corner of the city. Everything was on track. I leaned back on my chair as I watched the blinking dot on the screen. Alto knocked and came into the study. He gave a signal and two men came in with a screen between them. It was quickly set up and they left. “The blue lines are the alternate routes we have as contingencies. And the red are contingencies for contingencies.” Alto stood beside the screen. I studied the screen and pored over the maps on the table to check out cross references I had marked out earlier.

No public arguments; we present a united front. Wear wedding rings when necessary. Check in with each other daily, even if it's just a short conversation. Don't interfere in each other's careers. Don't reveal the true nature of this marriage. I handed the notebook back to him. He scanned the list, a faint smile touching his lips. Then, pressing the pen to the paper, he quickly jotted down his own terms. After a minute, he handed it back. I read through his additions, my eyes drifting up to meet his as I finished:

We walk around for so long that for a moment l feel we are going in circles but Elsa claim to be the right track. I do not know how she was doing it because everything looked the same to me, dead brown-black trees all the way but she keeps insisting we are on the right way and before long we find the spot. We jog the rest of the way and once we get there, I get down to business.

��𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 �

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

I said gathering all the strength in me "Okay " "Do you see anything which looks like a tiny remote here?" She asked looking around "Check the box over there" I point at the box Hazel packed the remote and other things She checked and saw it, she pressed something from the remote and tiny red lines showed on the bed making a demarcation It shows where someone can touch and where someone shouldn't touch "Oh so this is it all this while" I smile sadly "Can you try getting out without touching the red lines" She said

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” I drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” I said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” We both followed the line I drew.