A Series of One-Shots

Breaking Through the Block (Writer's Block)

This is my interpretation of writer's block and breaking through it XD It's not that I'm bored... I just have bad writer's block, so I figured, why not?

            The little girl stared up at the blank, brick wall with a frown on her petal pink lips. It was truly blank. Nothing marred the gray color of it. Not graffiti, not weathering that one would expect from it standing for so long against the weather.

            She didn’t like it. She felt like something was behind it. Something that could change the world around her.

            “Girl, get away from the wall,” a man said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the wall with a sharp tug.

            “Why?” she asked.

            “Whatever is beyond that wall was blocked off for a reason,” he warned. “It’s best not to question it.”

            The girl didn’t like this. But as she studied the man’s face, she realized that he was like the wall. He was bland, plain, without color. He was gray as well—pale skin, flatly colored eyes, hair not blonde and not brunette, but gray. He wasn’t old. He wasn’t young. He just was.

            Maybe that was why they stared, she thought. Her rosy cheeks, red coat, and pink lips must’ve thrown them off. It must’ve confused them as to why she was so colorful. All around her were shades of grays and blues. It was like a sea of calm, peaceful people. No one was willing to fight or question what they didn’t know. Why would they? They didn’t feel the need to have more than what they already had.

            The girl pulled her arm away from the man’s grip. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll stay away.”

            “Good,” he replied, taking a step back. She watched the worried, cautious anger fade from his eyes until they were eerily void once again. “Stay away, girl. It’s for your own good.” Then he left, not even looking back to see if she was going to follow his lead and vacate as well.

            She didn’t. The girl continued to gaze at the wall. What was behind it? What was hidden behind it? Could it be so bad?

            The girl in pink wanted to know. Curiosity burned through her, like fire in her veins. She stepped toward the wall so that she was barely a few inches from it. Her small hand touched it hesitantly.

            And the light started to shine from beneath her palm.

            She gasped and pulled her hand away, ducking to get a closer look at the wall. A look of bewilderment overtook her expression. She looked at the wall, then her hand, then back at the wall. “What happened?” she whispered to herself.

            In the wall was a hand-shaped hole. It wasn’t deep. It barely breached the surface of the wall, but you could see the dip in the once perfectly smooth structure.

            She touched it again; red, yellow, orange lights appeared from under her fingertips. The girl didn’t pull away as quickly though. She stared in amazement as her touch made the wall glow. As cracks began to appear in it. Her light filled the cracks and they began to expand and widen.

            She gasped again and backed away as pieces of the wall crumbled away or chunks fell off completely. The other people of her provenience had gathered around her in amazement. Together they watched as the wall that they had come to accept crumble to bits.

            Then the light beyond the wall shined upon them. So many colors. Brilliant shades of every color in the spectrum. The people, usually gray and blue, started to show new colors. Purples, reds, greens, yellows, and so many more. It was magical, mystical, fantastical.

            But none shined more brightly than the girl in the red coat. She glowed. She shined. She radiated pride for herself.

            They had told her not to cross the lines and not to break the order, but she had anyway. And it doing so, she had opened up an entire new world for herself and others. She had broken through the block.