In a Wondrous World of Color.
The boy’s skin was
blue. Not in that cobalt hue, but more so a sky blue. His sapphire eyes peered
into mine as he looked in my direction. The blues don’t usually look at us,
their arctic feelings don’t mix well with my people’s heat. And yet, I can’t
take my eyes off of their admiral stone world.
It is
because I am a red. My long scarlet hair resembles the flow of blood. My people’s
skin is blush with hints of currant, to represent our passion and anger. My
eyes are the color of sangria, and my lips a cherry garnet. Our heated
appearance represents our culture, who we are.
Someday
I want to live in the purple. The amethyst wonderland in which both of our kind,
the calm, and the passionate can come together in peace. Where the adults
mostly range in varying shades of red and blue, it is the children who really
stand out. Some of them are plum, others magenta. I saw a baby a light shade of
boysenberry. Someday I want to live in the purple, to live in equality.
At
least I don’t live in the black. The obsidian trees and walkways, reflecting
off of the jade water. Nobody wants to live in the black. The animals, all a
raven color, and the people, well, you can’t see. Once you have accepted
yourself into the onyx prison, you can never come back. You sit and spiral into
an ebony of depression. I don’t know what it’s like there, but I don’t want to
find out.
I am a
red. I will most likely stay as a red. Maybe I will continue to yearn for a
blue, to go live happily in the purple. But I am stuck in the red.
Holy. This was fantastic. The different colors and the symbolism they're used for to create these different tribe-like groups! I love the idea. Fantastic. Creative, and I seriously love how you created this narrator's view point of the different colors and their own color's culture.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool premise...and your descriptions are beautiful. I love the longing in this line: "The blues don’t usually look at us, their arctic feelings don’t mix well with my people’s heat." This could be the basis of the next big dystopian series, Glenda!
ReplyDeleteHi, Glenda! This world of color that you created sounds absolutely magnificent and terrifying. You make the world of the black, “the onyx prison,” sound like a place where no one would ever want to step foot into. It sounds like a world of shadow, or a world where the darkness lies in the colorful world. I would be like the girl from the red, desperately wanting to live in the place of the purples, or a place of equality. I believe that this girl will have her chance at living in the world of the purple if she tries hard enough at equality. You created such a fantastic world in such few words that was easy to visualize, and even relate to (in what color you could be in). This is amazing!
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