Writing Prompt

The clocks tick. The violins sing.

The leaves dance, the trees sway.

The sky is gray, the clouds white, the hope dark.

It’s time, time for the end.

We all knew since it’s start, but as time passed we shoved it in the back of our minds.

Collecting dust until a sound blew it away.

Static, screams, and the brush of danger.

The chances were low, but still there.

Our positivity and nonc...

Outside Home lies a world within reach. I visit sometimes. Though its bright, cheery colors turn my stomach. The sun is warm, yet I long for the comfort of the cold. People smile an empty smile. A mask contorted of hidden suffering amongst its victims. Normal is normal. To ask for help is illogical, yet invisible chains hold me back, just long enough to gasp for innocent breath. Twisted words and ...

James hadn’t realized his adopted sister’s mind was so…sad. There was gray, gray, and more gray. He found her sitting in the middle, legs pressed against her chest. All the color she ones had had been drained.

“Juno?” He asked, standing behind her. There was no answer, only quiet sobbing.

“Juno…”

Then, a memory appeared in the air. It should have been a happy one…but she seamed to morn it.

“I...

The sky hanging above is a sort of toneless gray, like at the bottom of a drain when all that’s been poured down it is gravel. It isn’t the clean kind of gray, that of stone or the back of the eyelid during the night. It is incessantly plain, the tint of a dirty mirror. It is not the color a sky should be.

This is what people know, but very few actually remember what the sky is meant to look like...

I awake desperate for breath, grappling for it in ugly, unmeasurable bursts. I become vaguely aware of a dimly lit room, a grotesquely plain one, with the singular characteristic of being colourless. A glance to the ceiling is all I need to know there is no light. Instead- a man. Objectively handsome and broad shouldered. Tall, yet I cannot be certain. He should be eye level with me but he is not....

It is said that people who see no color at all are those who wished never saw their soulmates those who wished never saw the truth behind the colorless world that they lived in. Some say that the colors are a curse put on them before the last war… a war that took away people’s sense of sight thus making them see all in black and white even though these are still colors, they see no color at all ev...

Drip, drip, drip. Click, click, click.

Always the same, always the same.

I believe I may be going insane.

Always the same in this room.

Except when I get my food.

Maybe I’ll get a call today.

Or tomorrow, it doesn’t matter either way.

So fun to hit the padded walls.

I run and play like it’s nothing at all.

Nothing but the nothingness of the nothing inside.

No worries to worry about on thi...

Six white walls, that is all I see everyday. White walls white food white clothed people wearing white masks and hats so I can’t see their faces. No mirrors and no reason to look anywhere except the walls so no colour left in my life, in my world.

They said I was here because I was crazy but the lack of colour was what was driving me crazy....

Everything was gray. Blacks and whites. No color in sight.

Everything was so bleak, including the people. It was the same conversations everyday, no emotion, compassion, or any sweet thing.

Day in and day out all I saw were the neutral expressions of my family, friends, and community.

No one ever smiled or laughed or hugged or blushed. Everything was so bleak.

Until…

Until I found the red ros...

“Whoa.”

Garrett’s eyes were fixed on the small, round window at the other side of the rec hall. I followed his gaze.

“Whoa,” I echoed. I squinted my eyes. “Am I seeing that right?”

I heard a snort to my right. “What, is this your first landing? Come on, it’s your turn. Just fold already.” Yasinski gestured at the card game on the table between him, Garrett, and me. Garrett looked absentmindedl...