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Red Trickery Part8:Alive. With their blood on my hands and their bodies drooping to my will like my parents once were at their hands.
July 10, 2025 at 3:53 AM
Red Trickery Part7:All in A Pitch black veil of darkness with spots behind my eyes leaving only my thoughts simmering back and forth in my head. These monsters have the façade of being on top but in the end we are all the same battling against nature for survival I will make it out on top.
July 10, 2025 at 3:52 AM
Red Trickery Part6:Flies buzzing around in paranoid circles around my head buzzing in my ear. Sand paper bars loom over my cell taunting me with their half freedom. with barely a mattress to my name and halls of others clumped together in boxes.
July 10, 2025 at 3:51 AM
Red Trickery Part5: The dripping sound of water from above dulling the stone floor into into soft bending shapes. The musty scent tingling my nose. Coagulated blood clumped together like cottage cheese in piles over the floor in smeared rivers.
July 10, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Red Trickery Part4: My body vibrating my chest heavy air was being knocked out of me. Folding myself together in a protective ball. The brown stained mattress creaking the intricate sewing patters forgotten and dulled drooping over.
July 10, 2025 at 3:49 AM
Red Trickery Part 3:He stood before me red splatters his face tracing the curves of this white canvas. Vampire my mind screamed. Eyeing me with a thirsty expression like predator like prey. I ran. Until I could no longer. My eyes slowly opened like leaded weights.
July 10, 2025 at 3:48 AM
Red Trickery Part 2:Unsuspecting. The iridescent monsters lips curled upward unsheathing his pointy white teeth. his eyes red and unfeeling. A blue tint shadowing his features. Mom lifts her hand to my eyes. I open them soon after. Red. Warmth.
July 10, 2025 at 3:47 AM
Hello I am writing a story called Red Trickery. I will slowly be posting my story on here as I work on it. Part 1 My mother squeezed me close her grip creating red splotches down my arm. Shivering. Fear was in the air. Her shirt moist. Tears trailing down her face. My father ahead. His back turned.
July 10, 2025 at 3:45 AM