Crimson

Pittacus Lore: The master of cliffhangers “Noooooooooo,” one’s mind vociferated. Crimson shouts fill their head with echos, draining their energy. A body feels like it’s falling into the inky depths of Hell, demons engulfing my being. The only way to escape this abyss is to start the next book. But it will take a week for the library to get it for the reader. “What an end to that battle!” “How did Sam do that?” “Will he do that again in the next book?” “What is the next book?” “Why did this book…

an opportunity to learn from mistakes made in his experiments. Aylmer’s experiments can be justified if his wife survived the experiment. To paraphrase Aylmer’s actions throughout the story, he detects “a healthy delicate bloom… a tint of deeper crimson,…

different side to Azairah D'Amici, and possibly one that had been displayed to very few others. That her charm, wit and sensuality contrasted against the murder she'd so viciously perpetrated in the forest, evidenced by the blood-smeared features and crimson stained dress, was not contemplated by Kyle as it may have been by others. You could be a cold-blooded, brutal killer, and simultaneously be a desirable woman. It all depended on perspective,…

Bang! The sound of the gunshot echoed throughout the room. A woman let out a cry of agony, as she slowly bled out over the bedspread. The snow-white sheet was turning a crimson red. The man holding the gun walked over. He looked directly into her eyes, and fired once again. The killer chuckled as he stepped over her motionless body. Detective Joseph Walker entered the crime scene. This one was a mess. He counted eleven bodies, all of them workers at the Triscott house. The real victim was…

I am Thomas vander Hoven of age seventy-three. I reside within central New York upon one of the largest estates in the county, passed down from generation to generation in one of the earliest Dutch families in the colonies. I like to think myself to be a reasonable and peaceful man. I try to avoid conflicts which occur around me, but I am finding it increasingly hard to do as tensions are rising between the colonial assembly and the British officials here. Nonetheless, I am content with the way…

Joe wondered how many Ivy League schools John had turned down to stay with his long-time friend. John was a prodigy, a genius. He always had straight A’s, and was the teacher’s pet in every class. John had dyed his hair two years ago in a bright crimson hue, and his eyes were green. A lot of Christmas jokes had been made, but John didn’t really care. Joe, however, was extremely plain, with brown hair and eyes. Few ever took care to remember him, simply due to his simple nature. He had had…

The 11:05 Murders is a hard-boiled crime mystery novel built around the work of Inspector Sheehan. Written by Brian O’Hare, It belongs to volume two of the Inspector Sheehan Mysteries and is published by Crimson Cloak Publishing. This book is purely a work of fiction though it feels as if plucked from real-life events. The book revolves around mysterious murders that occur at 11:05 pm and follows WDS Denise Stewart, DCI Jim Sheehan and the rest of their team as they race against time to catch…

The sun burns with a reddish tint, as the shadows of the evening grow ever deeper and darker. The crimson twilight is the boundary between day and night. It is a warning that night is coming, that darkness is looming and that the sun will be no longer present to guide us through the endless skies. The crepuscule is your only warning. Be cautious! Warning! Slippery road ahead! Like the crepuscule, we as individuals are granted countless amounts of warning signals and in spite of this what do we…

The man fell to his knees in front of me and begged, “Your majesty, please, my village is starving. We’ve had little food since the drought started, but I’m sure you know about that, it’s just that because it is so dry, a fire started and charred most of the crops. We don’t have any food now, and it will take too long for the remaining plants and soil to break apart and be ready for crops agian. It’s time we just don’t have, your majesty, please help us. The children,” he shivered, “the children…

When one imagines the word ‘insane,’ many visualise someone gripping a dagger glazed in a thick, viscous crimson, flashing a sagacious smirk, with hard, narrowing eyes. Yes, this disorder can create misconceptions resulting in inane actions, but it isn’t entirely the person’s fault that makes them the way they are. This disease clouds their minds with paranoia, strange voices, and complex thoughts overwhelming the person and causing them to act peculiarly. This is a significant theme sprinkled…