Oh I just adore the colour red. From the roses in my garden, to the sunset just over the horizon. The colour covers the walls of my room in a lovely pattern. It really is an alluring colour, I think he would agree.
He sits on a chair in my living room. The chair he's sitting in has a similar pattern to the walls of my room. The sun shines through my red curtains, making the flakes of the same colour in his hair shine. He looks so nice.
My eyes trail down to his outfit, the spots of my favourite colour scattered across it makes me smile. So pretty. I look back up to meet his half lidded gaze. Hazel. Disgusting. My nose scrunches up as I stare. He would be perfect if it weren't for those brown-green eyes of his.
Knife in hand, I walk up to him. Moments later, he is finished. He is perfect. The red pouring from where the hazel once was brings me joy.
Oh I just adore the colour red.
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Bunch of short stories.
Short StoryA bunch of little stories I come up with when I'm bored. Hope you enjoy my random little stories. Feel free to comment. I would love to hear your feedback.
