A Collection of my Stories... enjoy!

Color (1)

There’s a girl who’s never seen the outside. She has a special condition where seeing any hint of color will burn her. And it’s more than a mere phobia...

Violet >>>

A family sat quietly at the table. They ate in silence, exchanging a few words now and then to pass the time and keep things casual. The room was simple yet elegant and everything seemed neatly set in place. There were pictures of a family on the wall; portraits of the parents and each child there as well. There were exactly nine portraits, all different, but only six sat at the table. And they all looked very similar. Pale skin. Black hair. Black eyes. Just like a family should.

            But there was one girl that was different. She had the same pale skin and midnight hair, but over her eyes sat a blindfold, black and foreboding. She ate slowly, unable to see where her fork was taking her. She held a blank expression.

            A woman sitting across from her asked quietly, “So, Violet sweetie, how was your day?”

            The one in the blindfold searched around carefully for her water glass. “Pretty good I guess,” she muttered. She found it and held it up to her lips, but paused. “Not like anything amazing happened. I mean it was pretty normal.”

            “Ah. And what about your friends?” she continued.

            “They’re always good.”

            “I wish I had online friends,” one of her sisters complained. “They seem really fun. But I just can’t even try joining one of those nerdy role-play forums. It’s so lame.”

            “Skylar, don’t call it lame! It’s your sister’s hobby and you shouldn’t make fun of that,” their mom corrected.

            “But it’s true. We all know it…”

            Violet looked down, seeing nothing. “You like what you like and I like what I like. You don’t have to force yourself to do anything you don’t want.” And with that she took in a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

            Skylar fell silent and continued to eat along with everyone else. But soon enough the silence was broken by one of her brothers.

            “You have enough friends at it is, Sky. Why the hell do you need more?”

            She gave him a “really?” look. “Because. Sometimes I just feel the need to make more.”

            He rolled his eyes but didn’t push it. In a matter of time everyone had finished their dinner and were off to their rooms to do whatever teenagers do. Their mom started collecting dishes.

            “One of you please help your sister to the basement!” she called as they all started to run off.

            “I did it last time!”

            “It’s your turn then!”

            “Hey wait I have to do homework!”

            “Well I have to take a shower!”

            “I need to… brush my teeth!”

            “Looks like she’s your tonight, Logan!”

            They raced each other up the stairs, pushing and shoving playfully, acting like little kids, even though two of the three were over the age of 16.