''Red is the colour of violent death. Red is the colour of strong feelings-love, passion, greed, anger, hatred.
Emotions- better not have them.
Luckier not to have them.
Love,
Passion,
Greed,
Anger,
Hatred.
The feelings pull one another in a circle. Faster, harder, blurring into violence. I had no power over it.
Love,
Passion,
Greed,
Anger,
Hatred.
The words pulsed threw my head every time I plunged the knife into her body.
Hatred,
Anger,
Greed,
Passion,
Love.
The Line between them is Thin and Red.''
I dont know if I should continue the story or not cause if ya'll dont like it then I won't post it. Anyway, heres a heads up of whats to come. :-P :-D!
Her body lay on the floor. Her slender arms outflung, palms up. Death. Cold and brutal, strangely intimate.
The people rose in the court room as the judge emerged from his chambers. The Honorable Judge Franklin Monahan. The figurehead of justice. The decision would be his.
Black pools of blood in the silver moonlight. Her life drained from the puddle on the hard crypress floor...
Anyway, R&R plz people!!!
