She is golden and alabastar. She is a blush amidst a flame. She moves and flows like wind in a field of sunflowers. Her dance is sunshine, and her song is in a rosy bloom. She is the warmth of a monarch butterfly. Cherry blossoms drape from her fingertips. She is bright, always changing, and moves from apricot to snow to gold to carnation....

As red as the blood moon.

As dark as the pits of hell.

As dark as blood.

As dark as the night sky.

Yet a small shine in it.

As bright as the stars and moon.

Yet so so dark.

As dark as the night sky....

He can choose whatever he wants to be but to me, he is always purple. Purple swaddles a baby in soft pastels, gentle and precious. It clothes a king, harsh and arrogant. I am either the subject of his passion and love, or the subject of his wrath and disgust. Purple softens in the sun, but in the darkness it camouflages itself, dissolving into the shadows. He chooses his hue as the sun rises, and ...

If I could attach

A color to her soul,

It would be gray.

Not too dark,

But surely not light,

Her personality

Is just alright.

She’s a neutral girl,

Gray is her soul,

No one seems to know

How to make her whole.

The way she walks?

Bland.

The way she talks?

Monotone.

The way she acts?

Robotic.

How can one be so dull?

I don’t know.

Emotion?

Something she will not show.

Bias?

She never seems to car...

Her soul looked bright and shiny to me. I’m not sure, it wasn’t a bright color, that’s for sure. But, when I saw her, her soul just shined through her school uniform. It was a radiant beam across the dull school hallway. Later, I noticed the same radiant glow coming out of the girl who sat in front of me in bio. I glanced at her face when she stood to present her bio project and discovered it was ...

Authors note: took the prompt in a little different direction but wanted to write this scene between my characters <3

The colorful flames overtook me immediately. It was warm, comforting almost, despite the searing pain behind my eyes as I took in its beauty. Everything around me slowed, Mctwist was throwing himself at me, trying to stop me or push me out of the way I assume. Victor’s family w...

He can yellow like the bright, burning sun in the sky, like when he smiles or laughs it's as if the sun had stopped hiding behind clouds just to smile back. Flowers will even bloom around him in the dead of night just to greet him. Like the sun, he radiates warmth, giving life to every living thing around him. But every coin has two sides. Yellow is always described as positive, happy, joyful, yet...

The color of my soul is orange mixed with a light pink. My optimistic energy mixed with my kindness and sense of adventure. A Disney movie mixed with some fantasy books for teens. The taste of tea on my tongue. The life of music and songs. My favorite books. What it feels like to love. What it feels like to dance and sing like nobodies whatching. The feeling you get when you see the ones you love....

She was as vibrant as the sun.

Her smile was so bright and powerful it would heal the darkest of souls.

Her hair flowed freely like it would be a crime to pin it up.

Her golden waves cascaded down the back of her head in such a way that was mermerizing to perceive.

Her freckled skin looked as if it was kissed by the sun itself.

She was radiant.

A gleaming star shining so brightly it cou...

As she stared into her reflection she starts to ponder. Could her soul be a gentle breeze? Or perhaps a star that twinkled softly in the night? Maybe her soul was the calmness you feel in your heart when you watch the sun rest below the horizon, or the clouds slowly growing as time passes by. Maybe the soul was alone, but found peace within the loneliness. Would it be that the sun offered its comf...