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       In Vivid Black and White
       By: Raijuta Date: June 18, 2014, 9:11 pm
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       Describe a color to a person who's been colorblind all their
       life. Which color is up to you, but make it abundantly clear
       what color you're talking about without saying the color's name
       in the description.
       (Hint: Try using expression in your description. If you can't
       find the visual descriptive words you need, try saying what the
       color makes you FEEL)
       Quest Value: 1-6 Gold
       #Post#: 366041--------------------------------------------------
       Re: In Vivid Black and White
       By: LacyMarie Date: June 18, 2014, 9:55 pm
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       The smell of fresh cotton sheets as you take them out of the
       dryer and the lingering scent of fabric softener fills your
       nostrils. It's the taste of vanilla ice cream, the sting of the
       treat on your tastebuds on the first bite as the ingredients
       harmonize together on your awaiting tongue. Before your
       innocence was defiled and buried, it existed on your unkissed
       lips when the only person you shared yourself with was yourself.
       Or perhaps, it lies in the cold of winter when Jack Frost bit at
       your uncovered ears and your toes tucked under your feet to
       escape the chill of snow on your shoes.
       Trapped in the past, it's there when no one understood what
       hazing was or the difference between straight and gay. It was
       back before the world subjected us to socially accepted customs
       that painted decisive lines between the weird and the 'norm'.
       The purity of everything, the right without knowledge of the
       wrong. It's not flawed by politically or religiously 'correct'
       standards.
       It is technically not even a color. It is when the sunlight hits
       your eyes and everything becomes blotched out. It is not
       molested by any other color, yet, in order for the other colors
       to exist besides one other, it must too exist.
       It is a blank slate; the thoughtless canvas.
       #Post#: 372998--------------------------------------------------
       Re: In Vivid Black and White
       By: Maximus Canis Date: December 3, 2014, 8:38 pm
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       Green is... Green is pride. The feeling of filtered air, or, the
       rustling of tree leaves in the wind. Green is sitting in the
       middle of a field and watching the animals past you by in a
       calmed daze. It will never disturb you ease, always there as a
       mellow reminded. You are alive. That single hand on your
       shoulder reminding you to keep your head held high above your
       shoulders. Be strong. Sturdy, yet, embracing. Caring for others
       despite what they may do to you. That is what green is for em.
       The hidden nature of the world.
       #Post#: 373025--------------------------------------------------
       Re: In Vivid Black and White
       By: Azmeryth Rose Date: December 3, 2014, 8:56 pm
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       It's passion, its fire. Its the color you see when anger fills
       your core. Its the heat of a warm summers day, the tinge of
       guilt you feel when you've done wrong. It's the blood running
       through your veins, but only when it hits the surface of your
       skin. Its the blush of your cheeks, the shade of your heart.
       Its love, and desire long lasting or temporary. There are too
       many way to describe it. But I believe the best way would be
       to.....think of the sun, not the rays, or the surface, but deep
       down inside where the heat must gather. Think of molten rock how
       it burns through any surface. Think of the burn on your skin as
       it licks at your legs. That angry mark upon your skin when your
       lover marks your neck.
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       Re: In Vivid Black and White
       By: Tirian Date: December 3, 2014, 10:55 pm
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       Tranquil as the breath, that flows past an angels lips. Pure as
       new fallen snow, yet not nearly as cold. its substance is all,
       and it's color everything. All in one light is god among the
       color's domain, and the darkness falls short of a flicker
       against the immensity within my colorless color. Blank, but
       beautiful, as a canvas that only has the first sketches of what
       may someday be a multi-billion dollar painting. Plain and
       simple, yet more complex than the brightest red, or the darkest
       purple. My color is what brings reason and accent to all other
       colors.
       #Post#: 373942--------------------------------------------------
       Re: In Vivid Black and White
       By: guest1220 Date: December 4, 2014, 10:40 pm
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       (Not for judging)
       I'm here, beneath the smear of your foundation and the patches
       of pink formed by blush. You hide me, so others don't see me on
       your jawline. I am a product of his anger and your inability to
       leave him. I see the way you stare at me when we are alone in
       front of the mirror. The way you gently brush your fingers
       across me as you arch your neck so that the light catches my
       darkest areas. You assess me, as if I were nothing more than a
       secret hidden beneath years of broken homes and insecurities.
       Sometimes, when he's asleep with his body molded around you at
       your back, I feel the warm embrace of your tears.
       The ring on your finger scratches me sometimes when you forget
       about my presence. I often fade and do not return while he's
       happy but we both know I'll be back.
       I'm the dark splotches that cry out to those around you to see
       the truth. Every ounce of pain you feel, every tear shed, I'm a
       reminder of. I live beneath the skin; beneath the lies.
       Hopefully, someday you will stop seeing my colors and you will
       see the truth of his. Until then, I'll be there. Wedged between
       his knuckles, lying on his open palm, I will be waiting to mar
       your beauty with somber shades of cruelty.
       I'm purple.
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