The city without color
Everyone is sleeping at the city without color.
Not a single soul in the streets. Not a single sound.
When the dark, black night comes, all the inhabitants get into their houses to have grey dreams.
They don't know what a color is. For them, everything is white, black or a gray tone.
But this is not bad.
They're happy with their lives, their grey houses and their white, bright days and black nights. They see the beauty of their monochrome forests, they enjoy their lack of greens, reds, blues...
Would it be better for them if their world were full with colors? who knows...
Watching
Watching the city. Always alive. Always full of dreams, thoughts, happiness, sadness...
Each seconds, tons of things can happend, and we will never be able to know them all. But if we don't try, we will not notice the subtle things, the richness the city brings to our lives.
The Fish
Sometimes I feel like a fish.
A fish takes for granted that the only element existant is water.
A fish gets hooked, pulled up and out of its existence in the above and beyond.
Perhaps the fishmen decides not to keep it and throws it back in.
The fish swims back to his group and cries:
"hey, i've just seen what is not water! I've seen dry land!".
And the other fish don't listen.
They refuse to believe than anything lies outside the boundaries of their own existance.
From an episode of The Outher Limits
The female macer
The very moment of meeting her those eyes hypnotized me.
But it was not only the eyes. The long, red hair and her white skin represented a perfect combination.
She appeared to be fragile, like a doll. But she was strong. She spoke like an experienced warrior, and had tribal tatoos, to protect and give strength in combat.
She also used a mace, less common than swords because of the strength it requires to impact and cause damage.
Will I ever see her again? Will I be able again to look at those eyes?
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