Short Story Contests discussion

These are stories that are always less than 75 words. Today's topic is Red.

You may write your story to be a really short self story, personal mystery or experience. It can be anything

I had to stare at them, but it was driving me insane. There was no excape from the red walls. I felt like they where closing in on me. Red colored my dreams and nightmares. When people walked into the room they and their clothes where always red. Is there no excape?

Red that was the color of his blood. Red will always haunt my dreams and thought forever. It was a stupid move he was only drunk they should've known that. My boyfriend took me to a club one night. He got wasted I didn't. He got in a fight with some guys and well the fight got so bad that........my boyfriend ended with knife in his abdomen and a gun shot in his heart. He died instantly but he kept bleeding and bleeding.

A separate reality was all it took when I was walking through the red shift. When I woke I was red faced and drowsy and thirsty. I meet with God last night but all my counts of sins was so long he referred me to his angels. When they finished my sentence I guess they laughed a little bit and just let me go. But I still survived. I will walk some more, but there are only wasted houses gobbled up and standing in mounts of dirt. Where is everyone?

Red pen is hazordous to my self-esteem. I don't know why, I'm a full grown adult, and never seemed to get over the color that my teachers graded me with. To me red pen screams 'Stop, you failed. Why are you even here, you wreach.' It is a bit irrational, but I ask you never use it. It is a simple request, but I can't stand that kind of judgement.

My heart was pounding furiously. My head ached of exhaustion. My legs were in pain from the wound. He stared at me, then at his own scars. My pulse quickened and my legs bled. My tears began to blind me, and all I saw was the pool of red. Soaking me with pain, blood, and sorrow. I clutched the knife tightly in my bloody fingers. He tried to kill me. My own father tried to kill me.