okay, my friend needs some titles for her story....so i posted this here. here's what she wrote.... thanks muchly :) God bless, Val
Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been likeif I hadn't met the Artist. Of course, I already know the answer to that question, so I don't know why I even bother thinking about it. My life would have been colorless. I mean it, too. My life would have been literally colorless.
Several milleniums ago, the world was full of colors, every color of the spectrum. But the Drainer made everyone colorblind. He drained the color from their eyes, so that everything they saw was monochrome. The Artist was devastated that no one could see the beautiful colors he had created, so he had to create a new way for everyone to see them.
Those that seek him out and get to know him personally were granted the gift of technicolor vision. No one knows how the Artist is able to give people technicolor vision, but those that can see in color, people like me, have made it their mission to bring the color back to everyone. It's hard work. Everyone has forgotten the time of color, so no one believes it exists anymore.
Then there's the Drainer. He always has his followers, known only as the Regime, out hunting us down. They want to destroy us, and keep the world monochromatic, so all the Techies have to be very careful when speaking of color. The Drainer will stop at nothing to keep us from telling anyone about the Artist and his gift.
My best friend Gem was the one who told me about the Artist and color. I didn't believe her at first. She told me there were colors outside black, white, and shades of gray. I thought she was crazy. The color has been gone from the world for so long that no one even really knows about it now. Besides, there was no way for me to even begin to fathom a color spectrum. She told me that my hair was a shade of a color called yellow, and that my eyes were blue. I didn't know what to say to that, so I decided to at least go to meet the Artist with her.
The journey was long and hard, but we finally reached his abode at the top of Mt. Calvary. There was nothing that really stood out about the Artist, save his kindness. I stayed there with Gem for several days, getting to know him. After a week, I wanted the gift he was offering, and asked him if I could see the colors he had told me about.
It was then that I first saw the spectrum. I was speechless by how beautiful the world really was.
2006-10-19
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