Stories tagged “colour”
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Moving out
Boxes everywhere. She gazed around the painfully familiar room, one last time. Ostensibly checking that everything was truly packed, but equally saying a quiet goodbye to this simple space that she had called home for the past three years. Had it reall...
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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...
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In the Shadow of Olympus Mons
Even through the heavily tinted portals of the habitation unit, she could almost taste the crimson sky. It was so much worse when they were out there, though. It had taken less than an hour on their first excursion for their shining bright environment ...
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Colours
When I was five, I was in a car accident with my parents. For the most part, we came away okay. Bumps. Bruises. A very slight case of whiplash for my mother. Otherwise, we were all okay. Except for my eyes. Ever since that accident, I’ve seen everyth...
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The Man of Grey (A Limerick)
I sit and think all day About this man of grey. The man, not a man, but a ghost. As he haunts me, I cry. I ask how he died, And he claims I’m a terrible host.
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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...
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Lies
Myriad colours swam above me as what seemed like liquid dispersed into numerous fragments which floated like clouds. I had never seen anything like it. Rays of light poked through, coloured in crimson red which caused a tidal wave of light. I took a st...
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The world was never your palette (but you use it anyway.)
The world was never your palette— (but you use it anyway.) The painter paints. He tugs down a corner of the sky— This blue is lovely, he says He takes it. The sun shines, glorious yellow-gold (too bright, too bright.) He searches in the last forest...