Written By Jacob Ibrag
She kept talking about colors. Green, Blue, even Red. Back
here all we had was Black and White, I wasn’t complaining. The
thing is, ever since certain colors started appearing, everything has
changed. Like myself, the majority of the town didn’t understand if this
was good change or bad. Just the other day, Mark did something that was
purely uncharacteristic, he missed a basketball shot. No one in the town has
missed a shot since, well… ever. We didn’t know how to react, and when someone
decided to take on the role of spokesperson, they started to scream. I’ve heard about
screaming, that’s when your vocals shot up several octaves, but to see it happen was
something else. The whole crowd started to follow the screaming man, it was perfect
chaos. Here we were now, staring at each other. What were we waiting for? What
was to come next? She kissed my lips. And as I pulled away and opened my eyes,
she covered them once more with her warm hands. Begged me not to look. She
started to cry. That smell, they were roses. I’ve never smelled a rose, but this
had to be its scent, sweet like apple pie. She made me swear not to laugh
and slowly removed her hands. Her hair, it looked like fire.
My eyes stunned in disbelief. My Red Love.
Completely inspired by the movie Pleasantville.