Ok, here's mine. It is a bit weird, but who cares.

Paint it Blue

When the sky turns grey
With the secrets it holds,
You can't just
Paint it blue.

When the sea becomes brown
From the dirt beneath our nails,
You can't just
Paint it blue.

When glaciers melt
And forget-me-nots wilt,
And bluejays die
And the eyes of a jaguar,
The same hue as ice
Lose their glint,
You can't simply bring it all back
And paint it blue.

But let's forget that.

For in our dreams, the world is our canvas.
And our minds, our paintbrush.
And everything we've ruined
-the wilted willows and dead birds, the dried-up oceans and lackluster jewels-
Are lost under layers of cobalt and turquoise

As we paint it all blue.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

The world crumbles around her
Slowly, at first, then faster and faster and faster
But she keeps walking.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

The buildings are made of paper
Bending, falling, in a dance of destruction
But she keeps walking.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

The Earth is shaking beneath her
In horror, in disgust, in fear of everything
But she keeps walking.

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

Why do you keep walking?
Why do you not look up
From your paper life
And paper houses
And paper streets?

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

Why do you keep walking?
Why do you not even see
The people made of
Blood and flesh
And bone?

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

Why do you keep walking?
Why do you not look beyond
The paper cutouts
Of your paper days
And your paper nights?

Tap.
Tap.
Tap.

She keeps walking.

Heyyyy i’m so sorry for my very late submission haha, i can’t really think of anything to write. Thanks for the prompts though, they are all amazing! I don’t know if this 100% related to the prompts that i got, but i tried!

My roof turned black
Like a swelling storm
You said you'd come back
But it's getting cold

Told me i'll be just fine
Was it a lie?
When my tiny hand
held tightly to your freezing hand
I knew it was a lie

My roof turned dark blue
Like the deepest sea
My heart had been bruised
by the sight i cannot unsee

Told me you'll always be here
Was that a promise?
When i saw the stars
Like a piece of art
I knew you fulfilled your promise

My roof turned bright
Like an incandescent glow
And now I'm coming back
You’ll welcome me home

So beautiful, @Aurora Ranvier! I loved "You said you'd come back/
But it's getting cold," "Was that a promise?" "by the sight I cannot unsee," and "You’ll welcome me home." Great job!

Alright, everyone. I lost track of time this week, and sadly our prompt did not end up getting posted on Monday. Things are finally starting to open up after COVID-19 closures, and it has been a hectic -but in a nice way- month. It is late where I am, so I shall try to get it posted tomorrow. (A hint: it has something to do with colors!) Thanks for your patience!

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Week #9 [font=lucida handwriting]~ Colors ~[/font]

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Hello everyone! So sorry this prompt is late. It's been a little crazy lately. But nonetheless, here it finally is! This week's prompt is kind of similar to our anthropomorphism one. It's pretty simple, and I think it'll be very fun to write to. In the same sense Disney Pixar's Inside Out personified emotions, we are going to personify colors. First, pick a hue or shade. Any color will do! Be it a tranquil, tropical aqua, a fiery vermillion, or a dreamy lilac. Whatever strikes your fancy. Second, think about that color in terms of being a character. If your color were a person, what would their personality be? What would they look like? What are their hopes and dreams? Their ambitions? Their greatest fears? How do they live their life? How do they interact with others and the world? What do they yearn for? Write a poem, prose piece, or short story (heck, write anything as long as it's appropriate). If you plan on sharing, I encourage you to attach an image of your color to you post. For anyone who may not know how to do this, simply copy the image address and put it into this code:

Code: Select all

[img][/img]

A surefire way to make certain your image will not disappear is to put it through a website like imgur, and copy the image's link from there. If you are using imgur, make sure to type ".png" at the end of the address for pics, and ".gif" at the end for gifs.
Take it away, writers!

Reducio

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@Anja Murtaja
@Bailey Glade
@Michael Miller
@Gabriella Haworth
@Callista Lovis
@Rhea Miller
@Lucia Fox
@Alex Evans
@Aurora Ranvier
@Eliza Corrids
@Lilian Davis
@Amethyst Logan
@Everly Charlton
@Simon Kincaid
@Kage Suzuki
@Katrina Walker
@Nersin Winthrope

Mine's a tad long so I hid it all up in a reducio. Not super sure what my idea was but I figured I'd share. Please enjoy a color written in first-person perspective...

Reducio

Being a color is a huge responsibility. Heck, it’s more responsibility than anything else if you ask me. I’m in charge of so much that you, quite frankly, would not understand. I have to show up, every second of every day in millions of places all at the same time. Without me, life would be so dull.

I am a shade of red, maroon in fact. I’m described in human language as dusty maroon, or dark brick red, although, it’s a lot more of a specific color than that. I, as a matter of fact, am A83434. I am the unique color of red-tinted mud in the setting sun, the bittersweet color of a faded and dying rose, the color of red on a flag lifted high in the dark of night, the shade of red on the velvet red carpet, the pigment of cranberry juice shared on a summer’s day. Imagining me yet? I’m sure you are. The color just when you close your eyes at the beach, the red color of a Rainier cherry at the top of the cherry tree, the crusty red paint on an artist’s pallet, I am the blaring red of magma hardening in the cool of above ground, the color of the robin feather just dropped off the bird sitting right outside your window.

You’re seeing it now, aren’t you? That glorious shade of red that I am. I’m everywhere, aren’t I? I’d bet you that you probably looked around at some point reading that, looking for my shade of red somewhere around you. There I am! If there isn’t anything, close your eyes for a brief moment, that color, that’s me. In all of my glory. I am rich and velvety, strong and passionate, I hint at anger that is carefully contained, I am proud and loud—red hot, but not overwhelming.

That’s me.