Short Descriptive Stories

Colourless life.

A soft breeze floats around your head in a mystic practice of hypnosis. You hair lifts slightly,signalling the winds presence, but not so much that it is over whelming. Slowly but surely, you walk with purpose, under orange and red oaks, shedding their last autumnal tears of leaves. However, you are oblivious to these beautiful colours.

You live in a world of simplicity. Food is bland, simple and for purely nourishment purposes. makeup and hair is purely experimental and is frowned upon by passers by as teenagers searching for attention. Not one lonely soul has the capability to step out of line and be different. Strict laws with severe consequences worse than death and torture awaited those who dared to disobey the higher powers. These laws created a peaceful (However bland) lifestyle which you quite enjoyed. Being born into this life, a life of good and bad, a life of human and attention seeker, a life of individuality and criminality: has always been nature. But it should not be. As you know little of this world. You know little of legend and truth. But you were oblivious and innocent. Not for as long as you anticipated...

As the black and white leaves cascaded down into your path, mixing with the wet dampness of the floor, it became slippery and muddy. You decided to wonder back home on a different route as the muddy entrails you left behind you worsened and worsened. A thick wall of granite stone stood next to your left shoulder and as you jumped out of the way of slippery leaves and puddles that could wetten your already slightly wet boots. Small alleyways lead of the left and right of the path, leading to more houses, for more people, for more families, for more lives. But the life you meet is no life at all...

As you walk you hit a flood of a drainage pipe. Its water rushing down in front of you and down the die pf the path, down the hill, the direction you were going. You knew these roads well and decided to go down one of the alleyways to the right of the path. Its darkness greater than that of usual black and its coldness colder than that of ice. But not the temperature but the atmosphere. It had a feeling of danger yet mystery which urged you forwards, into ts beckoning call.

You hit a blocked path and let out a sigh. after reviewing these streets for so long, it remained difficult to know exactly where you are.

"Lost?"  voice asked from behind as you came back from you dazed state

"No just enjoying the view," You said mockingly and made a general gesture at the wall in front.

The figure just let out a nose exhale and started to approach you, hands in pockets. They were obviously male. Of tall build but not to tall to be intimidating. a skinny tall which made him seem like he would be a good runner. His hair was in a messy quiff that swayed forwards from his forehead. You couldn't help but admire his poise despite not being able to to see his face. You expected to see an attractive face when he came closer. Unfortunately, you did not get to see this as he stopped just shy of the light.

"I think you're lying" He said whilst swaying on his feet a bit, hands still in pockets.

"Great of you to notice" You replied, squinting and trying to make out his facial features. You started to feel a bit threatened but stood your ground.

He took another step forward and breathed in the thick, muggy air that surrounded the deep city. 

"I don't like you being here" He said. Your eyes darted up to meet his (or at least where you thought his eyes were.)

"Shame. I was enjoying this. Ill get going then if you dislike my presence so much" You started to walk off, past the guy in the darkness of the falling noon. 

"Don't." He said as you were just diagonal of passing him. His face now slightly clearer but with nothing that could be described due to your limited vision of colour. 

"Why?" You pushed.

"Because I know that you shouldn't be here. And I also know that your'e being quite sarcastic and rude. I don't enjoy sarcastic and rude people." His tone was polite yet his words were frightening. 

You stopped walking and looked directly at the floor. hands slowly slipping into your pockets in anxious fear. You daren't look up but you still felt his smirk on his face. Smirking at your child-like fear. 

In the swift movement of his hand (That was so peacefully resting in his pocket) He went to grab your neck. Your fear fuelled you just enough to dodge the hand but with little experience fighting, you were unbalanced and uneasy. He wasted no time and grabbed your coat as you tried to stand back up. You stood back in a fast step, not effecting the fact that he was faster and had a longer reach than expected. He grabbed the coat firmly and pulled you in towards him. His other hand which had been so gracefully sat undisturbed in his pocket slowly pulled out a short yet sharp knife. You let out a squeal which only mad him pull you in closer to restrict movement. 

"Trespass. Disrespect me. Try to run. Try to fight. It will never work" He whispered sharply into your ear. It was threatening but had slight undertones of doubt. he pulled on your hair and put you into a vice-like lock with his arm and your movement was now fully restricted to your toes and maybe a finger. His knife, despite having no distinct colour, shone in the limited light and reflected the life that would soon be taken from it. You caught a glimpse of yourself in a window nearby and let out a small squeal. He slowly, teasingly raised the knife to your neck. 

"Now its your turn to say something" He whispered creepily. 

"now its your turn to say something" You mocked him childishly whilst wheezing slightly from the grip.

He placed the knife to your through and turned it slightly, causing a small twinge of pain. Not enough to make you yelp, but enough to make you still. This could be the end. the end of 17 years of life, wasted. You thought quickly of your parents, family, friends, school and everything in between. This man was to take your life and you were to accept that. Its all God's plan.

As your eyes remained shut you realised he had said nothing in a few heartbeats. He had not moved or breathed or shifted his weight slightly. You slowly opened one eye to see the wonder, the beauty, the grace before you. Both eyes opened wide to a strange new sight. Things were no longer black and white. they has texture and pattern and a strange shade of each item. Granite was still grey and tarmac remained grey but TVs in nearby windows now moved with more life and vibrancy. Trees only visible over small buildings let fiery leaves dance happily from the branches. You looked slowly up to the man. He looked slowly down to you, mouth agape. he released and pushed you away. All turned dark. Both of your happy yet disturbed expressions faded to bland sadness again. 

"Give me your arm" You commanded him.

"What?" He questioned.

"Give me your arm!" You screamed aggressively. He hesitantly gave you his arm but kept the other one clutching the knife. 

You touched his skin and all turned to sight and vision and song again. All had vibrancy and life. You released. All went black and white. You touched. All went vibrant.

"Its true." You muttered.

The poem was no poem. It was a tale of truth...

dark and afraid

dark and afraid

show me what comes from from this here maid.

Will she sing her song

or  love me long

for she will have no vibrancy

Hath no longer days been summoned upon use,

the colourless life of love.

If I have no love of her, and she of me,

there is no purpose for sight unless i can see her, dear maiden.

For she is the sun, giver of light,

I am but a poor peasant, of which i will fall a death most wondrous.

They were to fall in love as the peasant and the maiden...