Spectrum

Yellow

It was a hot summer day; his hair clung hopelessly to his face, every time he brushed them away, they swept back and clung to his cheeks, his forehead. The road really was endless, you know. It would dip down, then rise back up and continue on... Swallowed up by the blue sky. To either side of the road were golden, yellow, dry grass that danced rather prettily in the scarce breezes.

He was not going home.

He shouldered his bag again and continued forward, feeling cold sweat drip down the back of his neck. He closed his eyes and felt the world beneath his feet. And drowned in yellow.

Red

It was quite a pretty room. All dark woods and red, soft, satin sheets. She held a small mirror in her hands. It was tiny and circular, with intricate, ornate designs on it. She saw herself in the reflection: plain face and plain yellow hair and plain green eyes. She was the plainest thing in the room.

'Who is the fairest of them all?'

And then the woman stood behind her, wrapping her arms around the plain girl's waist and holding her in a memory of an embrace. This woman was much prettier. She had long, voluminous red hair, and intelligent blue eyes, and pale, pale skin accented by full red lips.

'You are.'

Blue

The ocean was quite blue.

He could see this in the early morning, the large body of water only a stone's throw away (or a stone's drop). And he stood so straight, looking out at this magnificent, terrible, beautiful scene of the world, his toes peeking out over the cliff's edge. It was quite windy too. It pulled helplessly, stupidly, at his clothes, and his body, like trying to sweep away his soul. Eventually, it would succeed.

The ocean was a stone's drop away.

Green

Her face was so pale and white and bloodless, black hair spread artfully out on the green carpet and she had her eyes closed so serenely...

One could say she almost looked... alive...

And one would be compelled to agree, were it not for the bright, deep red on her pretty white clothes that spread across that lovely green carpet and made quite a disturbing and ugly color. No, otherwise the scene was most peaceful.

So peaceful, in fact, you could just close your eyes... And go to sleep... And never wake up...

Purple

He should have seen it coming, really. He should have known this would have happened. But he should have known a lot of things that he didn't, so really he shouldn't be so hard on himself.

The sunset was purple. He hated that color. Made him think of idiots.

Yeah... He should have seen this coming, but he wasn't so worried right now. Things happened. Life went on.

Purple... Purple was... Purple was... Purple was such a pretty color...

Orange

They are quite the pretty flowers. A lovely shade of orange, and a whole bunch of them, right in front of the house in the flowerbed, waving and dancing in the wind and watching the children walk home from school everyday for years... Years...

They are her flowers and she works faithfully to take care of them, her one pride in her life, and she is always at home, doing nothing so she makes them beautiful and strong. They'll live as long she will, she jokes quite often.

But things always end.

Oh... Yes... They were quite the pretty flowers.

Black

The world was a lovely shade of black, from where he was sitting. A soft black. Every side was so very soft and his world was so very black. He'd cry and laugh and beat his fists against those soft walls and he loved the black. It was so pretty. The prettiest thing he'd (only) ever seen.

Sometimes he'd even have company. They would talk to him, so quietly, and he'd listen carefully and laugh sometimes. He'd never see them, but they were such fun, those voices! Oh yes, black was such a pretty color!

White

A runaway, a betrayal, a suicide, a murder, a secret revealed, a wasted life, a lost mind.