aléatoire writing book

short story #1 (a revelation of color)

The sunset beamed through the sky that morning. All the colors attentively lined up slightly askew from one another, but one was missing from the pack. As I was frantically trying to hurry before they would speculate some other outrageous idea that would leave me completly humiliated. I arived unobtrusively to the scene. The instructor made once again another speech in a primly manor, like always. She enunciated every word and doggedly formed every sentence to form a futile speech. Once again I watched the other colors fall through the clouds freely as the other instructor seemed to be very eccentric while talking. It always seemed we never got to gallantly land to the other world and draw in the sky. We always seemed to loiter in these clouds. The nymphs seemed to have even more fun. They didn't require an instructor to scrutinize their every move. But it must be folly to think that they will amicably let me recklessly go without proper knologe on this matter. It seemed only in a dream I could satisfy my profound need of making the perfect sunset. Everyone would see the blending of the pink and orange. The most radiant sunsets have always had a mixture of a light blush pink, with a salomon pink and a bright orange hue. It has been recorded many previous times before. But this anticipation will only be satisfied if I put all my most effort. Everyone will be so dumbfounded, I would skip a few levels and be the youngest sunset painter, ever. It seemed so unusual and unrealistic but, I did get this far. And I will promise myself that I will do it. I can sense it.