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Here is my short story "Colourless World". Please be advised that this story contains topics of death and being in a hospital, reader discretion is advised and please feel free to let me know if you would prefer this to be removed, as I am more than happy to remove it if it causes destress.
White walls.
Grey door.
Black dresses.
White sheets.
Grey skin.
Black suits.
White roses.
Grey sky.
Black hairpieces.
A colourless world.
The world was drained of every colour in this room. When I remember the room, I remember shades, I remember white floors, I remember grey, pale, clammy skin, I remember the black clock on the wall. I remember the white roses that should have been coloured, should have brought life and light and happiness, but instead were lost, in the colourless world. I remember the white and the grey and the black on the X-ray. But mainly the white, the white was wrong, the white was the impostor. White didn’t belong.
When others think of white they might think of clouds or snow. When I think of white, I think of empty, the room with no life left, the room with no brightness, the room that took the colour away from her. I remember the cold, the icy cold, the icy, white cold. The walk in the cold, the room that was cold. Because cold was needed, white was needed. It meant clean, it meant sterile. But it also meant empty.
When others think of grey they might think of dolphins or koalas. When I think of grey, I think of storms that never ceased, the grey tinge to her skin, the fog that clouded our happiness for days on end. I remember the sky, the crying sky, the crying, grey sky. The rain on the window that never went away, the rain that fell from my eyes. Because there was nothing I could do, nothing I could say. It meant peace, it meant quiet. But it also meant pain.
When others think of black they might think of elegance or black swans. When I think of black I think of black dresses with black lace, black suits with black bowties, black roses with sharp thorns. I remember my dress, my lacey dress, my lacey black dress. The ribbon in my hair, the shoes on my feet. Because she was gone, colour was gone. It meant she was free, it meant she was calm. But it also meant darkness.
White, grey, black. All shades. No colour. White room, grey skies, black dresses, and suits. White roses, grey sea, black, lifeless nights.
MIAcat <3
possible TW: hospital, loss of sibling, anger, etc. He was gone, there was nothing she could do about it. They said that she had been asleep for a few weeks while he was awake, hoping that she would wake up.
She couldn't bear the thought of him waiting on her like that. Waiting in his own hospital bed next to hers, wishing she would wake up when he was the one they should have all been worrying about. How could they not know? No tested showed anything? Nothing at all? Why did she live? Why didn't her brother?
Nurses often came in when they thought she was asleep, talking about how much of a tragedy this was, such a horrible car accident, how good of a brother he was, how it was all sad, she was a poor girl and life was unfair.
She knew all this crap already, she was living through it. Some of them would try to give her advice on how to deal with this-but what would they know?! It wasn't their brother who died, it wasn't their brother who was always there for them and then just died without saying goodbye. It wasn't them how felt like there was a giant hole in her heart because the person who stuck with them through thick and thin just up and died without warning. They would never understand the pain she felt, how much it hurt deep in her heart. How constant it was. How much she wanted it gone.
She was alone. She didn't want to be, she wanted someone to comfort her, she wanted her brother at her side. She needed her brother, he was all she had left...
MIAcat's is better lol
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He was gone, there was nothing she could do about it. They said that she had been asleep for a few weeks while he was awake, hoping that she ..."
Really like that story! I really like how you included unanswered questions! <3
Here is the Week Eight Writing Prompt!
"Write a short story with the emotion: grief or sadness"
Also, please include a Trigger Warning at the beginning of any story that may be upsetting to any reader.
MIAcat <3