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Hello, I am looking to start a thread about short stories. I am posting part of my story so far. It still needs revision as well as the conclusion and every other details. Let me know what you think. This story is titled Kiss Me. This is just a preview. Be welcome to share writing here and opinions.

Thanks for reading

WARNING: There is sexually and violent graphic material here.


I wake up from a nap as I am staring through the window. I see buildings and more buildings with bright lights. I can see hoards of pedestrians walking the streets. The older gentleman behind me says, “the city never sleeps”. The bus stops just two more stops before I have to get off. I observe the front of the bus for any more passengers. I see a young blonde woman who catches my eye. Her hair is blonde and medium cut, her eyes are bright as green can be, she hardly has any sort of breasts, and oh my, her waistline is unrealistically small as the rest of her body. Somehow I manage to process this.
The woman sits next to me in the empty seat to my left. I can see the woman pull out a shiny black bag. She is looking through her bag for something as I am secretly peeking. I can see a black wallet and fragments of a make up kit scattered through out. I stop peeking and turn my attention to her eyes. She closes her bag and puts it down as she makes eye contact with me. She has lipstick bright as red can be. She says hello.
I say, “Hello, I’m Jason”
She says, “I’m Anne”
I say, “The crowd outside is overwhelming”
Anne says, “ Yeah, I always watch out”
Anne and I continue to talk about the city and how both of us have grew up our whole lives. The city is large you can only know so many people. Anne had recently moved to the city from an upstate area. She had got a high paying job that helps to pay the rent down here and give her enough cash to go out now and then. As big as the city is, it was never Utopia. Yet, Anne goes on to say how she feels it is utopia to her and she will find some handsome man. There are only so many men you can find down here. I find myself to be a desire able fellow.
As the bus stops at my stop, I write down my phone number with my name and I hand it to her as I say goodbye and it was nice meeting her. As I get off the bus, I start hearing a voice in the back of my head. The voice sounds like a man with a deep voice.
The voice says, “That was only the start of true love, they have been across the universe to find love and there they cross paths. ”
I do not know how I suddenly started hearing voices. I am not so sure that Anne would actually fall in love with a guy like myself. She reminds me of a girl who would be from those romantic teen movies. The social awkwardness kicks in and these characters have purity rings. You cannot really have sexual intercourse in a teen movie or even give a quick hand job. Really these characters are made to be prude.
Half a mile walking to my place, I hear my phone ring. It’s an unfamiliar number and I answer anyway. I start hearing Anne’s voice. Anne asks me if she would like to talk later on the phone after her boyfriend leaves. Cock Block. But you never know, there may be a chance. She told me to call her after dinnertime. I walk into my apartment where it feels empty. I’m the only person living there, but then there is always a cat. My cat is named Whiskers. Yes, I know its lame, but it’s still cute too. His whiskers are longer than his face, and he is a cat blacker than black.
As I throw my tomato soup into the microwave, these sexual fantasies kick in. I can see myself sucking a man’s penis. I am putting my lips around and smothering saliva on it. I can feel my erection taking over as I thrive off this fantasy. Now I can see Anne walking in and the light goes onto her. I stop sucking his cock as I see her walk through the door. Semen splatters across my face as I am distracted by her stunning appearance. I run to her and hug her as I am looking at her. The semen suddenly disappears as I feel my face. We start kissing and I can feel her soft lips.
I hear the microwave go off during the time I have zoned out to a deranged sexual fantasy, besides the ending where Anne came in. I take my tomato soup out of the microwave and place it at my small table to enjoy my so-called dinner. As I grab my spoon, a reminder comes to mind. I should call Anne soon. Anne was the most striking person I have seen in a while. As I set my soup on the table, the phone rings. Anne is calling me. I pick up and I hear Anne’s lovely voice.
Anne says, “hey, its Anne, how’s it going?”
I am just telling her what I eating and she goes on to say she had a nice dinner with her boyfriend. She ate cheeseburgers with her boyfriend and drank soda. Sounds like a casual date to me. She tells me to come over tonight because her dad is not home. She tells me to come over in an hour. As I get off the phone with her, I hear the same narrating voice again, “Their love is only closer and true love is love’s kiss. A kiss. They are only coming closer and Anne’s lover shall be disappointed for Jason. Anne would KILL FOR A REAL MAN” The voice starts getting louder and screams, “GOD HATES FAGS” My mind is racing as I process this loud noise in the back of my head.

Okay, time to put the skills from the Creative Writing Short Fiction class I took last semester to good use.

What worked:
It was easy for me to imagine the settings from what was written.
The 'sexual fantasy' felt very real where I could imagine the kind of feelings Jason was experiencing.
I got a pretty good idea of who Jason was as a person.
I liked how the city setting was NY without outright saying it was NYC.

What didn't work for me:
I felt that too much of the description was 'told' to me instead of letting me as the reader find it myself.
I didn't understand the thing with Anne having a boyfriend/Jason possibly being attracted to her. As it is now I didn't feel that this added much of anything to the story.
Why did she say "Hello"? Did she catch him looking at her. Is she really comfortable being new to the city with this complete stranger near her?

Overall, I think it is a good start. I hope that I have lent a hand with improving your story. Best of luck!

Thank you for the constructive criticism. Lets just say that sexual attraction to her boyfriend is foreshadowing for something later in the story. I should cut the descriptions just to get straight to the story. When Anne said hello to a complete stranger, that beginning was intended for a story that was originally going to be a teen romance satire. I had changed the story around and I still am.

No problem. Now that I know that there is more to the story than what has been posted, the fact that some things don't make sense doesn't bother me as much. I though that what was posted was the entire thing.

It's one heck of a plot twist. It's supposed to feel surreal in a sense.

Here is the full version and revised (I shall read over again):

WARNING: Graphic Material Here.

I wake up from a nap as I am staring through the window. I see bright lights and collages of buildings. I see hoards of pedestrians walking streets. The bus stops four more before I have to get off. As I glance, I see a young woman walking to the back of the bus. She sits next to me in an empty seat to my left. I can see her pull out a shiny black bag. I am watching her go through her bag. I can see a black wallet and fragments of a make up kit scattered through out. I stop peeking and turn my attention to her eyes. She closes her bag and puts it down as she makes eye contact with me. She has lipstick bright as red can be. She says hello.
I say, “Hello”
She says, “I’m Anne”
I say, “Oh…Nice to meet you”
Anne says, “ Well, nice to meet you too”
Our conversation goes from small talk to talking about growing up in the city. She tells me about her part time job as a waitress and her life in high school. Her parents worked a lot and she had to learn on her own to be where she is today. Halfway her parents did help. They provided her money for college and other necessities. Her green eyes intensify as I start making more eye contact. The conversation becomes more natural to us. She brings up her boyfriend and describes how he’s such a wonderful gentleman. But under what she says, I think she may in a spiral where she falls for me.
As the bus stops at my stop, I write down my phone number with my name and I hand it to her as I say my goodbyes. As I get off the bus, I start contemplating the possibilities of what could happen. I am not so sure that Anne would actually fall in love with a guy like myself. As I walk into my apartment, I am craving a meal. I throw tomato soup in the microwave. After I eat, I will settle into the couch for television and then make it to the bed.
I get undressed in my bedroom as I get ready to unwind. I start dozing off into my own mind, to create mental pictures. I can see myself sucking a man’s penis. I am putting my lips around and smothering saliva on it. I can feel my erection growing upon my crotch. Now I can see Anne walking in and the light goes onto her. I stop sucking his cock as I see her walk through the door. Semen splatters across my face. I suddenly watch myself convulse on the ground underneath a disappearing man. I am distracted by her stunning appearance as I am consciously convulsing. When the convulsing finishes, I get up to hug her as I am looking in her eyes. The semen suddenly disappeared as I felt my face. We start kissing and I can feel her soft lips.
My phone is ringing as I wake up. The number is unfamiliar. I answer the phone and I hear Anne’s voice. Anne asks me how my night went and I told her it was one of those winding down nights. She tells me that she has a boyfriend but they have been fighting. He abused her that night. I feel bad for her as she is telling her story. She tells me to come to her place later. She tells me I would have a chance to meet her boyfriend.
I hang up the phone. My ears are ringing loudly and I suddenly feel very stressed. I start hearing voices only getting louder In the back of my head.
“You’re making progress”
“KILL HIM”
“GOD HATES FAGS”

I get dressed and storm out my door. I am running faster as the sound of my heartbeat is music. The city is just a visual ambience. I get to Anne’s place, but I hide behind a tree to watch for this gentle man wait outside. I hear the door open and say, “Come in”. A man in black starts walking toward me as I am about to move. He speaks, “Take these” He lends me a long shiny knife and a revolver. I slip both under my jacket as I’m listening. He speaks, “Carve the letters, leave the door open a crack” The man walks past the door and walks behind her building. I prepare myself walking to the door.
I put on a smile as I ring the doorbell. The door opens with a room full of dim lights and candles. I assume its Anne’s boyfriend. The man asks me, “Do I know you from somewhere?” Anxiety spikes for a moment of silence. Anne shouts in the background to come in. I have left the door a crack. I can see a bowl of potato chips alone on the table. I see a bottle of wine and glasses out on the table. Anne tells me to take a seat as her boyfriend sits down.
Anne starts off with, “Would you like anything to drink? I can even go in my parents liquor cabinet” I tell her to pour me a glass of red wine. Red wine fits the tone. As she pours red wine, I am looking across at her boyfriend. I can hear a voice in my head screaming out to me, “KILL HIM” I take two deep breathes before I do anything. I splash my wine at her boyfriend. I stand up out of my chair and take out my revolver and scream, “DON’T MOVE” I point it at her boyfriend. Anne turns around speechless as I get a quick glance.
Her boyfriend stands up and puts his hands up. Anne has not said anything but she could only stare. Her shock reeks through her facial expression. I aim at his head. My hands finally settle to pull the trigger and bullet goes straight to his head. I see him fall on his back and I can hear Anne sit down to gather her thoughts. I walk over to the body and take his shirt off to carve the letters I have been told.
I take my time as I am carving GOD HATES FAGS onto his chest while blood runs down. I hear the door open and I quickly glance, as it’s the man in black. He removes his hood and I say, “Doctor, I thank god you saved me” The doctor tells me, “Remember what you’re supposed to do” Anne tells me to come to her, as I drop my weapons to comfort her. The green in her eyes are brighter than when I first saw. She tells me, “Kiss me” As I shut my eyes to kiss her, I can pour all what I have finally worked for.
I open my eyes, to making love on concrete. I am all naked and covered in blood. Anne says, “You made progress honey”. I f**k her as the doctor is clapping and congratulating me. The doctor says, “You have been saved from your sins, may the lord send you to heaven at death” The doctor tells me I am free to go after we dispose the body. Goodbye the affair of sin. To a night of cleansing, I’m free.

I have a novel series in the making, but when I don't feel like writing serious stuff I write short stores like these:

Short Story One:

Part One

Two children walked up to the Shiloh and his family’s doorstep.
“I can’t wait until Shiloh sees my zombie costume.” Said one of the three children swinging his pumpkin shaped treat sack back and forth.
They rushed up to the doorsteps and frantically knocked on the door. Shiloh picked up the bag of assorted chocolate ranging from dark to peanut butter cups. He walked up to and opened the door.
“Trick or Treat!” They shouted.
Shiloh dumped treats into the kid in zombie costume’s bag. The little boy jumped up and down.
“Thanks, Shiloh! I’m a zombie!” He exclaimed.
“I can see that! What about you Eric?” Shiloh turned to face another little kid in a fox mask. Shiloh started to feel dizzy and shake. The bag of treats dropped out of his hands.
The zombie-clad boy whispered to Eric.
“I think Shiloh wants all of the treats to himself.”
Shiloh’s teeth started to grind. Ken walked out from the basement.
“Hey Shiloh, can you help me out for a minute? It’s taking me quite some time to turn the Kumori household into a haunted mansion!” Ken said with enthusiasm. Ken looked over at Shiloh and soon noticed the child in the fox mask.
“I’m sorry Eric and Jonathan you going to have to leave. Curfew is coming anyway.” Ken ran up to Shiloh and pulled him away from the door.
Ken shut the door.
“What happened?” Shiloh asked gasping for breath.
“Let’s sit down in the kitchen.”
Ken and Shiloh sat down at the kitchen table.
“Why did I have a bad reaction to seeing something related to a fox?” Shiloh asked.
Ken sighed.
“Shiloh, are you familiar with Kitsune? They’re the reason why I’m an incubus. In Japan Kitsune are fox demons. When you grandmother was a little girl a fox bit her on her hand. Kitsune enter the body through the fingernails. She became possessed and never once did an exorcist go near her.”
Shiloh stood back up.
“Well I guess I’ll go back to handing out chocolate.” Shiloh said walking away.
Part Two
“Jared? Jared!! !” Roman shouted.
Jared ran downstairs. Jared’s face had black and pink paint on it shaped like whiskers. Cat ears were embedded in his hair.
“Meow!” Jared meowed.
The doorbell rang. A young boy and girl stood outside the door.
“This is one big house.” The girl said in awe.
Jared opened the door and saw the children’s costumes.
“Happy Halloween, kiddos!” Jared said cheerfully.
Jared reached into the bag of sweets. There was nothing in the empty bag.
“I ate all of the food again?!” Jared shouted.
The boy raised in eyebrow.
“Aren’t you too old for Halloween food?” The little boy asked.
The two kids walked away.
“This blows. Have fun getting fat.” The little girl said.
Jared pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Shiloh’s number.
“Hello?” Shiloh answered.
“Shiloh we have a crisis!” Jared said.
“Did you eat all of the Halloween food?” Shiloh asked.
Jared groaned.
“I’ll give you what I have left over. Hey is Mr. Barth there?” Shiloh asked.
Jared’s eyes turned red.
“I gotta go, Frittata and Quesadilla need to go outside.”
Quesadilla barked loudly.
“Now, now you two.” Jared said.

Short Story Two:

“Come on, Frittata not in Darla’s garden!” Jared said.
Jared ran to Frittata and scooped her up in his arms. He kissed her on head.
“You’re still my girl despite that.” Jared said.
Ken continued to flip burgers on the grill.
“Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Kumori for inviting us to your home.” Amber said.
Caleb put his hands on his hips.
“Well I sure hope Shiloh is happy! He went to the movies with that Noelle girl!” Caleb exclaimed.
Darla sneered at Caleb.
“Mr. Barth, can I talk to you for a minute?” Darla said.
Caleb met Darla inside of the kitchen.
“Oh! What a beautiful kitchen! Even more beautiful than Shiloh’s slanted eyes!”
Darla slammed the door.
“Why are you so obsessed with my son?” Darla asked.
Jared saw Caleb and Darla talking. Jared ran up to Roman as Frittata followed him.
“Hey, Roman! Can I go inside and get more tea? Please?” Jared asked.
“First of all, I’m your father. Do not call me Roman under any circumstance.” Roman scolded.
Jared opened the door.
“Bye, Roman Schwarz.” Jared entered the kitchen.
Darla had her index finger in Caleb’s face.
“Now, I support gay rights and everything, but you are not marrying my son!” Darla shouted.
Caleb flipped his hand.
“Well if that doesn’t spice my cabinet!” Caleb said with tears filling his eyes.
The front door opened.
“I’m home!” Shiloh exclaimed.
Caleb marched right up to Noelle. His face filled with anger.
“Who are you?” Noelle asked.
“How dare you! You stole my future husband!” Caleb said with his lisp more pronounced than usual.
Noelle sniffed and sobbed. Shiloh put his arms around her.
“It’s okay Noelle. Don’t cry!” Shiloh said soothingly.
Jared began to snicker sinisterly. He ran up to Noelle.
“Where did my nephew come from?” Caleb asked.
“Jer?” Shiloh said in surprise.
“Good evening! I’m Jer and today I have a very important song to sing!”

Short Story Three:

Yolo and Frittata barked and yipped as she chased the Frisbee. The grass was green, the sky was blue, the sun was out and it was the perfect summer day. Caleb Barth was up to something else.
He watched from the balcony above the mansion clad in pale yellow swimming trunks, heart shaped sunglasses. Caleb stood up from his lounge chair and stretched letting out a massive yawn.
“Yolo, come here boy!” Shiloh commanded.
Yolo ran up to Shiloh and tackled him to the ground. Shiloh scratched Yolo behind the ears.
Caleb slightly lifted up his sunglasses and let out a gasp. His heart was beating so fast that he could hardly stand it.
Roman entered the balcony.
“Caleb, my sister was wondering…” Roman began.
Caleb was looking down at Shiloh with passion in his eyes.
Roman clenched his fist.
“You have got to be kidding me.” Roman grumbled.
Roman marched up to Caleb and tapped him on the shoulder.
“He has such a perfect shade of black.” Caleb sighed.
“Caleb!! !” Roman shouted.
Caleb quickly jumped and turned around startled.
“Oh hello brother in law!” Caleb greeted.
Caleb quickly turned right around only to look below him again.
Yolo let out a growl.
“See something you want, Yolo?” Shiloh asked.
Jared snickered.
“No, but I think my uncle does!” Jared began to laugh louder than a death metal concert.
Shiloh looked up and saw Caleb’s dreamy eyes.
“Well, Yolo is a really cute dog.” Shiloh said.
“Um…” Jared said irritated.
Shiloh looked at Jared.
“Don’t worry; Frittata is quite the cutie as well.”
Jared smiled playfully.
This is going to be quite the experience…
Jared thought to himself.

Short Story 5

“It’s such a pleasure to be invited to the Royal mansion to eat dinner!” Darla squealed.
Caleb marched in with pots and pans of food wearing a chef hat and a frilly apron.
“I put so much effort into this food!” Caleb said.
Jared laughed.
“Yeah, I bet you did.” Jared said under his breath.
Caleb began to serve everyone their food, putting extra food on Shiloh’s plate. Caleb leaned over and whispered to Shiloh.
“I gave you extra because you’re my favorite.”
Shiloh cringed in displeasure.
Roman glared at Jared.
“Behave yourself.” Roman said.
Everyone began to eat. Caleb cleared his throat.
“So Ken, what was Shiloh like as a little boy?” Caleb asked.
Shiloh froze in terror. He dropped his fork and his throat closed.
“Well, there was that time where he got lice in 2nd grade. The nitpicking worked we didn’t have to shave his hair.” Ken said.
“Dad, please don’t buy into this! Caleb is a…”
Caleb flipped his head.
“With perfectly parted hair like that, it would have been a shame.” Caleb said.
Shiloh slammed both of his fists on the table.
“Can it, Mr. Barth! Everyone is trying to eat and doesn’t need to know that crap! I’m pissed at all of you and I saw Jared laughing.”

Sorry if I'm overwhelming you guys. Writing is my passion!

Hello there, I'd like to join the thread! I don't often write short stories. I've been struggling to write a novel for awhile now. That's my main writing goal. But here is a short story that I wrote for a competition last year, which I didn't win by the way haha.

Grey - By Riku

Rion Stone awoke to a dark, small, grey room. He didn’t recognise the place nor could he recall how he got there.
“Rise and shine!” a lively voice said. For some reason, Rion wasn’t surprised when he finally noticed a strange masked man leaning against the single door of the room. What did surprise him was the colourful existence of the man. He wore a bright kitsune mask that had long tails of fur dangling from the back of it. His outfit was bright in colour. It consisted of deep reds, rich browns and bright golds. The sight of him was almost blinding. Rion had never seen such colours. Not in this grey world. He had heard rumours of people who were born with bright coloured hair and eyes. He never believed them. No one spoke of those rumours. If the Greys caught you, you could be punished or worse…killed.
Rion went to stand up but his head throbbed and a dizzying nausea swept over him. He sat back against the wall.
“Take it Easy, Rion. You hit your head pretty bad on the way here.”
Rion glared up at the stranger. “How do you know my name?”
The stranger walked over to Rion and crouched in front of him. He then pointed at Rion’s shirt. Rion looked down and noticed for the first time that he was dressed for work, he had a name tag pinned to his grey work shirt. Rion suddenly getting a grip on the situation tried to get up yet again. But this time the stranger, placed his hands on Rion’s shoulders and pushed him back down without a word. He looked over his shoulder at the door. “What are you-“ Rion began.
“Shush!” the man placed a hand over Rion’s mouth. They stayed like that for a few moments. And Rion could swear he heard the shuffling of boots and the sound of muffled voices close by. Once the sounds had passed the stranger relaxed. Rion tried to get up for the third time and was pushed back down yet again by the stranger. “You can’t go yet.”
He couldn’t take it any longer. He had to know what was going on. “What do you want with me?” He asked frustrated.
“I need you to listen to a story.”
“Are you for real? No one tells stories anymore. They’re forbidden.”
“Then you should feel privileged! You’re the first, and will be the last, to hear this story.” The man said it like it gave him great pleasure.
“I have no choice, do I?” Rion stated as he realised the man was still holding him down.
“Just hear me out,” The man released him and seated himself beside Rion against the wall. “Besides, I don’t think you can manage a getaway in your condition.”
“Fine, go on then.” Rion grumbled, though on the inside he was anxious. He had never been told a story before, and those who had were killed for disobeying The Greys.
The masked stranger let out a sad chuckle, “You’re too kind.” Then he took a deep breath to prepare before he began.
“I’m going to tell you a story about a boy. A boy named Etori Nyver. A boy who was born as something his world didn’t accept. In a sense he was born to die. Because that is exactly what happened to his kind, they were killed once discovered. Lucky for Etori he had a kind mother, who gave birth to him all on her own. His mother could tell by his golden hair and jade green eyes that he wasn’t a part of this grey world. He was something unique. He was a sign of hope. Hope that The Greys in charge would find pleasure in exterminating. She knew she had to keep her child a secret. For he would grow up to be something grand, he would grow to become a storyteller. Etori lived his life in the confinement of a single room. His mother would tell him fairy tales about worlds of many colours each day. Some she wrote herself, others she had read from books that had long been destroyed. As the years went by he learnt them off by heart, one after another. Etori loved to retell the fairy tales he had learnt. His life seemed like a fairy tale itself. But…it didn’t last long. One day some Grey Soldiers barged into their little house and found them together in the room. They tore Etori’s mother away from him and battered her with their clubs until she stopped screaming, until she became still. Etori was so frightened. All he could do was cry.
“The soldiers cornered him after that and do you know what he did? He made a wish. He wished with all his heart that he could go back in time and save his mother. And that’s exactly what he did, to a point. Who can say how it came true, but he wasn’t ordinary. He went back in time a few moments before the soldiers came. But this time, his mother wasn’t there at all. There was no trace of her. Almost as if she had never existed. It was as if his wish was so impossible that he wished her out of existence. What’s more tragic is that he managed to save himself. But what was the point if he was alone?
“You know what she used to tell him? That he was born for a purpose. And that purpose was to bring hope into the world. To bring colour. To tell stories. That stories brought hope and colour into people’s lives. He tried so very hard to do what she believed he was born to achieve. He began to think he was having an effect on the grey world. That if he kept spreading stories, spreading colour and hope into people’s hearts. One day its colours would return. Though no matter how many people he tried to help with his tales the Greys always came to hunt him down. In the end, he simply ran out of time. The son who wished his mother out of existence couldn’t bring her vision of a colourful world to life.”
There was a sudden loud continuous banging on the front door and the sound of voices yelling.
“End of story. Time’s up.” The stranger announced before he began to walk towards the door.
“Wait! Who…who are you?” Rion asked and found himself afraid of the answer.
The stranger spun around and Rion’s heart stopped for a beat when he saw the man’s hand reach up to his mask and removed it from his face. The mask revealed a bright youthful face, Rion realised he look about the same age as himself. But that wasn’t what took his breath away. The young man’s hair was golden and his eyes were a jade green. His skin complexion was creamy and tinged with pink. He was the most radiant existence Rion had ever laid his eyes on.
“They call me, Etori Nyver. The Storyteller.” He smiled, yet it was a sad smile. A smile that said he wished he wasn’t who he said he was.
Rion didn’t get a chance to respond. The door burst open from force and Grey Soldiers piled into the small room. The first one wasted no time, he took aim at the back of Etori’s head with his gun and pulled the trigger at lighting speed. One bullet and it was all over. The colour faded from Etori’s features, from his clothes, from his entire being. He fell to the floor with a heartbreaking thud. A pool of black blood formed beside his head.
Rion went into shock, a single tear streamed down his cheek as he stood where he was and stared at Etori in horror. The grey corpse of the once colourful man was crumbling into bits of rubble. Fragments of colour began to rise up from what was left of Etori’s corpse and slowly they attached themselves like puzzle pieces onto Rion’s being. His eyes shone azure in colour, his hair was brunette and bright scarlet coloured his clothes. The Grey Soldiers watched him with caution, they moved to surround him and the corpse. Rion notices the mask lying beside Etori, its colours nothing but shades of grey. Rion took the mask into his hands. At his touch the red and gold of its design began to return. Satisfied he placed it onto his face. He looked down at Etori once again.
“Enough! Men, get ready to shoot.” Said the lead Soldier, the one who shot Etori.
Rion bent down and took a small crumbled piece of Etori into his hand and held it tight. He then closed his eyes and mouthed the words “Please let his work.” Ignoring the soldiers, he kept his eyes closed and thought of Etori. Nothing else mattered. The Soldiers prepared and aimed their guns at him.
“I wish…”

Thank you for reading. ^w^

- Riku