Burst #14: A Spark of Color
Posted March 31st, 2013 by Cherrybomb
Derp derp de durp deerrrrpp.....
Dunno about you guys, but it's my last day of spring break. D: I've still been busy this week with less time to go on Kp, practicing for a competition that was yesterday. So. Today is probably...the second or third time I've actually been on Kp this week.
And I actually wrote something, and sortof finished it. I don't exactly feel like going over it again or editing(believe me, I do enough of that during school days. ._.) so yup. Here it is, a tidbit of writing fresh out of the broken oven I call my mind.
By the way, dedicated to everyone who's ever commented on my stuff, or just been really awesome in general. :) I do hope to make individual dedications when I begin writing more. Whenever that is. :P
(oh and why does my writing always start out happyish and end up not so happyish D:)
Golden rays spread out from the tips of your fingers and toes, entwined with iridescent beams of silver. A splash of pink radiates from your smile, mixed in with the laughs of a giddy orange and giggles of deep red. As you laugh, the rain begins to fall down on you—transparent droplets that transform into a full midnight blue as they burst on your arms and legs and hair, a cascade of shimmering tears. They splash into the ground beneath your curled toes, turning the dull gray soil into a rich earthy brown, soaked with life.
You twirl in the rain, enjoying the delicious smells of the calm, soft mud, your hair flying about in mist of lemon yellow, your eyes sparkling the deepest of greens in their giddy excitement. You pause, and stumble in your spotted dizziness, and hold out a small hand towards the silver rainclouds above you, beckoning towards them with light blue innocence. The rain falls ever harder, and the mud sucks your feet happily into it’s bowels until you’re up to your ankles in it—but you don’t care. If anything, you’re even happier, sighing out a breath of gossamer turquoise in your smiles.
It swirls around you twice in a blur of water, and then spirits away, a small breeze spreading life in the world. You lay down the soil, your glowing grin never fading, and suddenly the rain stops. The silver clouds disintegrate into white sparkling dust, and the sky is open for all to see. A wonderful clear blue, as light as the dimples that dot your cheeks in scattered harmony, it smiles down at you as the sun is revealed.
It seems even prettier than everything else, an elegant and wonderful ball of fire, golden orange and parrot yellow— even dotted with bits of blinding white and glowing red. It’s beautiful.
Your smile of appreciation falters as bits of gray start to haze your vision, creeping over the corners of your eyes. You close your eyes reluctantly as sleep begins to take over, and you snuggle yourself in a shiver of fright, indigo waves coating your body in a light mist of fear. Then the dreams—no, nightmares— slide in on you, murky nightmare covered in infinite hues of grey, subtly shadowed with the darkest of crimsons. You frown as you slide deeper into sleep, your lips turning a sharp black in your unconscious horror.
You do not notice the world fading away from you, the sky turning into a rigid ebony, the full brown of the mud cracking into a dry grey, the sun crumbling into black dust, all trace of any beautiful color gone as even their grays and blacks fade away into a ghostly curtain. The world seems to drain itself of all color; even the air turns into a stale, empty void of nothing.
You frown deeper and roll to your other side with a shiver, all color gone from your face, curling in on yourself as if the world is collapsing on you in an avalanche of crumbles.
You do not know that it already has.
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