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I once went through a magic door. I didn’t realize how magic until I tried to come back. Absolutely everything was different. My blues were suddenly gray, and my pinks had turned orange. I must say, I went right back through and I haven't come back yet.
Charlie came to that magic door, but was afraid. He stuck his foot over the threshold, and felt nothing. He inched his body closer. He swallowed, then stuck his head through. As if the room were spun upside down, he was pulled in, tumbled around, and found himself on the floor.
BLaCk and WhItE
Once they were all gone, no one was left but me.
And i knew deep inside me i had all of them as part of my being.
All exept him.
A woman robed in an absinthe green was strolling down a cobblestone street
A gentleman in port red caught her eye, winking suggestivly.
"Do we not make such a pair?"
"Aye, fine sir, and as we walk we color the cheeks of the commonfolk."
The snow was melting as the woman hurried through the streets. Had she to stop and reflect she might have thought it the color of sullied innocence. But she didnt so she didnt, rushing past another one of natures little treasures.
She had to get her Christmas shopping done. She rushed over to the department store, feet splashing and kicking slush. Up the escalator she she went to the men's clothing section. She picked a tie with snow flakes falling and thought, "Gee art reflects reality."Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Crossing the street like he does every day. Going out to meet his friends. Just had an argument with his mom, but there’s nothing that can’t be fixed, right? Walking on the crosswalk, when all of a sudden, his world comes to an end. Splat, goodbye, see you mom, see you dad.
I type like a maniac, so it created no small irritation when my space bar began to intermittently fail. A stupid, inert key. There’snotmuchyoucandowithoutspaces. I finally shipped my computer back to the manufacturer, and I got it back out today. I am happy to report that everything seems to be
suprisingly close to the original ending of my little story :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Virgil
She was an annoyance -- like the uneven fingernail that had unexpectedly scratched his face yesterday, leaving a mark to mock him every time he looked in a mirror. Still, fingernails could be clipped and their collateral damages would soon fade. His face unfolded into a smile at the thought.
Their mother's blatant preference for his brother had caused unbearable envy to fester since childhood. How he had hated! With a force that had carried him far in life. Now holding his overdosed brother at the end of his life, he thought how a mother's misguided love could ruin. A child so spoiled, becomes excessive. And the envy fell away, and he loved him.
They said that when you're dying, you see your entire life passing through your mind. They were wrong, the only thing she saw was the purple balloon that she had been chasing just a few minutes ago. As she fell, she only had one thought left: Why was it running away from her? Then, she laid, dead.
I had started from the ending of your story. Mine was a continuation. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Nightshade
Morbid again? How about I continue from your ending? Here goes...Quote:
Originally Posted by samercury
The policeman who found her body remarked that her face had gone purple before she died, the same color as the balloon. He picked up the balloon and put it beside her face and observed that the face was of a darker shade than the balloon. He opened her mouth, stuck his index finger to the back of her throat, and found she had choked on a plastic toy egg. "Tut, tut," he sighed.
Virgil,that wasn't morbid