Stories tagged “white”
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Wedding of White
“She says it was the happiest day of her life,” she thought to herself. Her glistening gown was bright enough to be made of clouds. The sheer veil draped over her, covering her bright eyes and pale face. She glanced at the fading cream-colored phot...
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How Dark These Edges of Edelweiss
He loved her hair, fragile and ivory, still fair against her eggshell-pale skin. Her fingers, translucent and papery, rested gently against his own icy cheek. No matter how many wrinkles hung in the corner of her eyes, they still remained as clearly an...
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The White Dress
“Good. I’m glad you got me, because I don’t want to have to do what I did to Mariam, now do I?” he growled menacingly. “’Member what happened to Mariam, Celia? Remember?” She nodded quickly, head low, and scooted around on the floor to ge...
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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...
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The White Chair
The place they hauled me off to was more of an asylum than a prison. I had to share a room with another ‘artist’, but we had a curtain to draw between us. Every day the workers would bring us meals and once a day we would be summoned one at...
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Journey to The Center of Your Soul
Your parents call you out of bed To tell you of a morbid dread. Cooling blacks and Soothing blues to help numb up and block the news. You tremble from your toes to head and try to sort out what they’ve said: You try to cry with heart of lead, And...
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Boba in Wonderland
The bounty hunter had been falling for too long. He knew Solo, or one of his friends, had gotten the better of him and had been falling long enough to curse the troublesome smuggler and himself for it. When he stopped falling he was not where he though...
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The Calm Before the Storm
Ron gasped and jumped back as the over-sized pearly eyes stared milkily at him. Sly’s skin was as equally alabaster white and he wore a brown wrap like a toga. He carried no weapons, only a satchel tied at his waist. Ron’s initial shock wor...
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Painting in Red
The torture went on and on, day after agonizing day. I thought I would go crazy. I thought I would break. I thought…I thought I thought I thought… Then one day I had it. The key to my final, greatest victory. A penny. It must have fallen from a gua...
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Morbid-Dick
The sea was in a tempestuous state of disarray, the waves crashing upon the ship with almost board-splintering force. The sky was dark, plastered with clouds, and seemed to display a greenish tint. The ship rocked about uncontrollably. The sea would di...
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Black hand in white hand
Two children run, hand in hand. Black hand in white hand. Green grass waves. Blue waves stream, Silver stream laughs. Two children laugh, hand in hand. White hand in black hand. Two children smile, hand in hand. Black hand in white hand. Grey rain fa...
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The White Van
He pulled me into an embrace, crushing my body against his own. He leaned in and whispered, “Got to make it look realistic now!” he sneered, “Smile” he said, pulling me tighter. Meekly I did as I was told. The crushing pain rele...
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Black and White
The day he told her he didn’t love her anymore, she finished her song. It always went like that, to tell the truth. She had written exactly as many songs as she had had boyfriends. Which was five. She knew that was more than most girls her age co...
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White Tank Top in A Red Pickup Truck
“Well it looks like it’s just you and me kiddo,” he smiled as they were the only two people of the youth group that had gone to Church that morning, “What cha wanna do?” “Well I’m gonna change outta these stuf...
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In The Cold
There is snow falling, and wind blows past the buildings. One building is white. Tall. wide. It has many great wings. In front of this building is a glove, encasing a hand which is attached to a man. With snow and tears, the glove is wet. And in the co...
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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...
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Someone Heard, Someone Noticed
Nothing else occupied his thoughts. He had to know-had to see if she was okay, if she was alright. After hearing the endless rings followed by her voicemail for the 11th time, he threw on a dark blue hood jacket over his white teeshirt and quietly shut...
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White Cold
Breath of alabaster frost Billows up like willow flowers loft. A barren tree’s embossed Unto the scenery when Snow flakes make Its tendrils pillow soft again.
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pen to paper
With her ipod in hand and 400 bucks in her pocket, she reached for the keys to her white jeep. While she thought her dad was asleep, his voice did not surprise her. “Where you leaving to so late?” his voice was more sad and almost defeated...
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Reluctant Eyes
The cement floor was cold on my cheek. My ear was plastered to my skull uncomfortably. My mind swam to conciousness slowly, pushing through the Sandman Dust, and achey limbs. “Are you awake, Alice? Alice? Open your eyes.” I groaned ungratef...
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Dry Eyes
Who I assumed was Venus stood in front of me haughtily. Her gray eyes shone brilliantly into my own dry ones. “You’ve kept me waiting, Alice. It’s time,” her voice poured from her perfectly stained lips like liquid gold. I searc...