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kh_drabbleChallenge: [125] Requiem
Title: For a Dream
Word Count: 224
Notes: Very abstract.
He’s not sure why but he dreams in white. Everything he sees is a colourless, blank canvas that stretches out in every direction. It’s a shame, he thinks, because he knows that he likes colour. He knows colours, the reds, the blues, the greens...But white is different. It’s foreign and strange and whereas colour is life and happiness to him the white is just an open space. And he’s not sure why but it makes him feel alone.
He’s doesn’t understand it but when he dreams there is no sound. There is an echoing silence that encompasses him and swallows him at once. It would scare him if he weren’t used to it but he’s still sad to see the noise go. He wants to talk, to scream, to yell, but he’s afraid to break the silence. He’s not sure what will happen if he does.
He’s not sure why but in his dreams he’s on his own. A lone figure struggling in the white, not talking, not hearing...He would say not seeing but he can sometimes because he becomes blinded by the light.
There is light in his dreams, but he doesn’t know where it comes from. All he knows is that one day, one day soon, he’s going out into that light and when he does there’ll be colour, and life, and sound...and friends.
Title: For a Dream
Word Count: 224
Notes: Very abstract.
He’s not sure why but he dreams in white. Everything he sees is a colourless, blank canvas that stretches out in every direction. It’s a shame, he thinks, because he knows that he likes colour. He knows colours, the reds, the blues, the greens...But white is different. It’s foreign and strange and whereas colour is life and happiness to him the white is just an open space. And he’s not sure why but it makes him feel alone.
He’s doesn’t understand it but when he dreams there is no sound. There is an echoing silence that encompasses him and swallows him at once. It would scare him if he weren’t used to it but he’s still sad to see the noise go. He wants to talk, to scream, to yell, but he’s afraid to break the silence. He’s not sure what will happen if he does.
He’s not sure why but in his dreams he’s on his own. A lone figure struggling in the white, not talking, not hearing...He would say not seeing but he can sometimes because he becomes blinded by the light.
There is light in his dreams, but he doesn’t know where it comes from. All he knows is that one day, one day soon, he’s going out into that light and when he does there’ll be colour, and life, and sound...and friends.
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