Skittles

by Shadow_Thief13

Published April 11, 2008

In School Work

Skittles

The paper is smooth and blank, whiter than a pearl. Staring at it quietly, I try to imagine what will come from my pencil, flourishing across the paper. First it is a dark face; I smile as I look at the black charcoal contrasting against the paper. My hand moves, stroking hair, flying across the figure’s face, hiding the sad look within her eyes. Another figure, this one lying in the other’s arm.

My hand reaches for the red, making it glare out at me from the paper; it shimmered as it took the part of blood dripping down the boy’s face. Blue, as for tears, falling from the hidden eyes of the girl. Green and brown creating grass and bare trees, making the dying earth around them. Violet, orange, and yellow mix together to represent the setting sun behind them. Indigo was shaded in, shadowing the land into darkness.

Then, a spot of water drips over the paper, smearing some of the pastel. I return to reality, my eyes filled to the brim with tears. When I realized I was crying I stopped and looked down again at my dreary picture. The vibrant colors popped out at me, to show the rainbow that I have always adored. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet, and indigo.

A rainbow held all these colors, but why did I draw such a terrible picture? The world may never know.

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thanatosdeath wrote a review Review · May 14, 2008

I'm definitly agreeing with the others...Move it...Heh, sorry I'm comin' on to strong aren't I?...But it's most interesting...I liked it...A lot... :D

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CK Lynn
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CK Lynn commented Comment · Apr 13, 2008

It's not really a poem, but I liked it. The way you discribed the colors was really different. I liked the title, too.

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blacktiger3915
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blacktiger3915 commented Comment · Apr 12, 2008

Agreed. This should be moved. I like skittles. :D

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Fand
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Fand commented Comment · Apr 12, 2008

Hm. I'm thinking this should be moved to one of the prose forums. As to the writing itself, it's an interesting, abstract little snippet that has a good deal of potential; I'll come back to this. =)



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien