I am red, I am brave. Bravery is not the absence of fear, rather the acknowledgement of fear, and the courage to rise above the feeling of fear.
I am red. Passionate with my friends, yet dangerous to my enemies. I defend my family and I defeat my enemies. I fight for only what I believe in, facing the results of my actions.
I am red. I am used to proclaim love and I am used to enforce stop. R for respect for I deserve it. E for endurance for I have endured. D for dependability for I am dependable.
I am red. I am a primary colour. More colours can be made from me, but there can be only one of me. I am unique, I cannot be replace, remade, nor repressed.
I am red.
About the Creator
Lola Dalu
First time letting people read what I write. Hoping to gain experience in writing.
Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmasabout 18 hours ago in Horror
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