It’s beautiful

Romantic

The soft candle light casting warm shadows on the sides of the room.

Cherry red rose petals litter the floor and there

She Is

Gorgeous

The centerpiece

She was beautiful before

But now…

She is luminescent

Her skin white and pale

The pillows around her perfectly fluffed around her

Her red lips cracked in a smile

She wants this

and as the thick red liquid d...

You have been battered

and shattered

Broken with scars

that go all the way to mars

but beautiful words you wrote

became someone's quote

thank you for this story starter

even though life couldn't be harder

we all love you such,

like, very very much

we will always miss you,

and some of us might try and sue

come back soon

you utterly amazing moon....

Oh, hello. My name is Andrew. Have you come to hear my sorry tale? I know, this room may look a bit odd, but it’s all metaphorical. Listen in and you may come to understand.

It was my first day on the job. Maybe it’s yours too, I don’t know. I was working in this very building. Floors 1, 2, 4, 5 and 6 were dedicated meeting rooms for confrences, and every floor upward of that was hotel rooms.

Ye...

In the aftermath of a night of revelry, I return to a room steeped in scarlet,

A canvas of crimson, walls echoing with the silence of a night gone awry.

Rose petals lie scattered, a trail of velvet sorrow,

A figure lies still, a silent witness to a tomorrow that will never come.

My heart races, a captive drum, pounding in my chest,

Palms slick, a cold sweat betrays a fear that clings, uninvited.

...

I remember the day I saw her like that. Her body limp, lifeless, thrown across the bed like a meaningless doll. But her body was twisted, mutated. Red. Red blood. Covering her floppy carcass from head to foot. And then I saw where it was coming from. A deep gash in her side, the thin red juice trickling down onto the previously pristine, white bedsheets. My heart stopped as I gazed at her, useless...

I step into the room, the walls are crimson and the lights red. Rose petals are strewn on the perfectly fitted bed. And there, on the fluffed pillows, lay a woman with blood trickling down her face.

I checked her pulse but she was already lifeless.

A few specks of blood stained her lovely white dress and her black hair that was carefully pulled back into a bun was now messy and loose. She was ...

Right when he has done the job, he dropped his gun, regret hit him like a wave.

/Maybe if I get there fast enough, I could still save her,/ Elemarus thought to himself. He ran out the door, not bothering to close it behind him.

This was a horrible mistake. If only he had never gotten involved with these people. If only he weren’t so foolish. But Elemarus had no time for such considerations. He...

You were told to come here at exactly midnight in a note written in red ink that you found placed on your messy desk. When you read it, it brought you into a state of unease but still you came and now your eyes are forced to stare upon this grisly sight. The woman lying on the pillow is wearing red satin gloves but what stands out is the loose-fitting black dress she wears drenched in blood. There...

I stood there with a pale and blank expression on my face. I couldn’t find the words to describe the horrific scene I was witnessing. The blood was dripping in rhythm from one of the overdrawn bedsheets, as if death was keeping tempo. This one was just like the others. The bed, covered in white roses and leather straps, contained streaks of blood that told of an attempt to flee. Like the others, t...

"Is she hot?" Damien asked.

Tony's eyes narrowed, he felt like hurling his phone across his bedroom and out the window, that wasn't the response he was hoping for. "Really?" He sneered. "That's your damn response to what I've just told you?"

Tony could hear Damien's shrug through the phone. "Well, what else do you want me to say? I already told you to call the police."

Tony closed his eyes and ...