Stories tagged “color”

  • The Colour of Grandma

    A lilac grows beside my house, a small thing getting bigger every year. It was brought, the piece that was planted, from 800 kilometers away, from the place where Grandma’s ashes lay. Above those ashes, a lilac grows grows, its fragrance perfumin...

  • Souls of Rainbows

    I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason. I don’t believe in fate, I don’t believe in destiny. I don’t believe that things are planned out in advance, and I don’t believe that we’re in control of anything...

    • Author: wytherwings
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Note on White

    I write a note, A note on white paper. A note that is filled with passion, And love. A note on white it is, But it shows color. The ink is black, But the words show color. A note that expresses feeling. Emotion. A note to show my love. A note...

  • Where are you Green?

    Stroll outside And you will see Exactly what is missing To me. For the trees Are dead. The trees Are brown And creak lifelessly Barely a sound. The winter is bleak For no colors will grow. The only excitement bearing Is fresh fallen snow. The thing I d...

  • Talk

    The door remained closed, “Charlotte?” There was still silence, “Charlotte, answer me,” I begged. She did actually give me an answer, “No.” At that point I had to laugh, “But you just did.” Charlotte was ...

  • The Color Red

    It surged within me like a cannon, lit and ready to fire. My enemies steered clear of my wrath, but this time I was far gone, my true self had separated from my body, the devil possessing my every move. My face was beyond hot, steaming with redness, a ...

  • Green

    Sometimes I dream in colors. A lot of the time, my dreams are green. Not a boring, basic green like you might see in a textbook or color wheel, but a shimmering green that’s just the right shade and every other shade and the same time. Like leave...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 10 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Depth of Color

    Where ever I was there wasn’t much to see. The few people there were plain; everything took on the same sandy hue as everything else. Even the sun found a way to blend in to a flaming yellow sky. I’ve heard people tell tales that sometimes,...

  • You're My Color

    Looking back, everything used to be so meaningless. So colorless. So bland and unseasoned (just to throw in some food adjectives). It was like a black and white movie: things were happening, but they were not making any sense. Life was without life. Th...

    • Author: George
    • Posted almost 10 years ago.
  • A Day in the Life

    Awakening is so strange nowadays. Bland, dull, lifeless colors give way to a bland, dull, lifeless day. Muscles stretching gives way to bones creaking. You think that you have so much to do, so much to live for. You don’t, though. This bed is abo...

  • Dust in the Wind

    His figure seemed to fade in and out with the light. As if he was made of smoke. Whenever a breeze would push through the dense, sticky air wisps of his being would drift away, fading into the same colorless hue as everything else. Dust in the wind. I ...

  • A Leave for Change

    Could it be that there is a way out? A place beyond the blandness behind me? The thought forced doubts into my head. I turned around, the entrance of the tunnel was just as close as it was before. The heat rising from the ground outside was bending the...

  • Dust Storm

    Walking away it dawned on me. Didn’t he say they wouldn’t be able to see what’s here unless they could see on their own first? I turned back to ask him but he was already gone. For the walk out of the cave the light to the outside was har...

  • They Can See

    “Why do I need to leave?” I asked to them. The sudden change in their behaivor came as a shock. I sounded calmer than I expected to sound. “You shouldn’t need to know why,” She continued the sharp tone in her voice sounded har...

  • Left Alone

    I followed him the rest of the way down the alley. The further we walked the darker it got and the more the walls began to change. The rough sand tones of the brick began to smooth out into a single plane and color began to streak across its surface, s...

  • Something to Feel

    All of a sudden the space around me melted away back into the alley through which I was lead. The cloud of dust settled to the ground revealing a crowd of people wrapped in woven fabrics other than the tweed I am used to. The colors were brilliant, and...

  • Sleeping Painter

    She stirs Under covers When dreams occur, Within streams of color, Where swimming silhouettes Trail wet pallet pleasure Over her pale picture.

  • What Color Will Ink Be When The Blank Page Is Pink?

    Will Winslow Ever slow? I don’t know I also want to impart That I’m not trying to be smart When I show some heart And pull this skill apart On a lark or with purpose I start To spill So much ink intending to smother and kill The concept of ...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Sunset to Remember.

    The now orange sun was melting softly into the calm, peaceful sea. Not a whisper of wind could be heard. The only sound was of the soft fingers of the ocean tickling the yellow beach. A tiny, blue yacht on the horizon, no bigger than a grain of rice, w...

    • Author: frina
    • Posted over 9 years ago.
  • Blue

    Blue the oceans, blue the sky, Blue is rich, you can’t deny. Blue’s your friend; is always there; Constant, faithful; blue means care. Blue is calm and crisp and clear, Blue is honest, true, sincere. Blue is weightless; so serene; Sophistic...

  • Better Colors When There is No Frost

    “Janie.” She glared at me out of the corner of her eye, determined to ignore me. I couldn’t be sure why she was mad, but I could tell. She was mad. Her hand had its fingers curled under forcing her nails into the wooden bench making five ...

  • The Color of Ink

    Will Winslow Ever slow I don’t know I also want to impart That I’m not trying to be smart When I show some heart And pull this skill apart On a lark or with purpose I start To spill So much ink intending to smother and kill The concept of b...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 9 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Red Ruse

    A color-wheel wasteland, the room was void of prismatic life. A white chair pushed under a white table with a white box sat in the center of a stark white room. His chair squealed at the floor as he pulled it under him, raising the cover off the box as...

    • Author: Sir Bic
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • One Violet Rose

    Lilac lace Traces Clove pink Clothes; The sun Set As one Violet rose

  • Blacken Up Yoursoul

    Last night, I cried at the thought of unconditional love, because—well, what a concept! Unconditional… What does it even mean? No hair ever in place, No string ever hanging from a sweater, No eyelashes lost without a special wish. No body t...