Favorite color thread

The girl walked in the night, staring at the dark blue sky whispering " what a lovely night". She continued to walk up the torn up road to realize the night was silent and quite... "Too calm" she said in a low tone, as she kept walking she realized 2 shadows by a wall. As she slowly approached the wall she noticed a man covered in red and a what appeared to be sausage links. The girl then screeched " what the hell are you doing", the man looked behind and, noticed the pretty girl. The man then responded "it's a little dark spooky to be out here all by yourself you better watch yourself missy."the girl then responded what's their to be afraid of monsters like your or monsters like me". The man turned around confused when a giant pierced his body and threw him on the ground. As the man looked up for the last second he stared at the second body that he was with. It was his mother who he was burrying for her eyes were gauged, skin was ripped, and bones were exposed. He cryed a little as he watched the young girl dispose of the dead corpse and throw it next to him. DAMN I GOT WORK. That's my creative writing hope u enjoy and help me improve

Pools of dark red spill out on the floor. The horrified expression on the face of the girl as she stares into the the wolve's glowing blue eyes. "Stay back" she yells as the deep growls and snarling fangs approach her she picks up a branch near by the dark red color of her blood spills onto the branch.as she frantically swat it around trying to separate herself from the wolves. They stand on guard to avoid being hit waiting for an opening...then they pounce

As I jog on an empty forest trail, I stop on a solitary hill overlooking a small blue creek. Here, a girl sits with her back to me. Her medium long, straight orange hair billows lightly in the wind. I unconsciously inch closer, wondering why she was sitting there. I notice a drawing pad on her knees, with figures and shapes I cannot make out. She suddenly turns, her dark blue eyes catching mine, her gaze like a cool autumn night beneath the stars. In the still silence, I can imagine a faint smell of tangerines. She moves first, motioning me to sit beside her. Not a word is said as I sit next to her. She continued to draw, as I sit silently, admiring the blue sky changing orange, with a faint smell of tangerines lingering in the air.

Her long crimson locks pinned up to keep out of her way and eyesight as she counted their numbers. Unconsciously the grin stole over her face as she hugged the shadowy corner. In minutes either she or they would be dead. She had accepted the King's coin and the ambassadors that have long been a thorn in his side would matter no longer. The sky darkened into a purplish wine color as she saw her moment to strike.

It was a night unlike any other. The world was concealed by black much like her heart. She slowly approached the unsuspecting victim, with eyes as green as a reptile. A cry of agony echoed through the sky as his orange colour began to fade to that of a purple origin. Under the silver light of the moon, in the crimson red pool, he saw her reflection (purely metaphorical).