She would never take her coffee black, instead choosing to dilute it with a lot of milk. He, on the other hand, was a strictly black coffee kind of guy, a perfect extension of his general no-nonsense attitude. She was usually the one to soften the stark lines he loved to draw so much, but were of not much use out in the real world. As grateful as he was for that, there was still a part of him that was waiting for the day he could finally go and create his own world in the starkest of contrasts. It had been done before, after all.
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None of the pictures used in this chapter or any of the following are mine. I found them through a Google search, and decided to add them to each chapter as they were the crayola colours I based the short stories on. The prompt list that gave me the inspiration can be found as the external link on this chapter.
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100 Colours
Short StoryThis is a collection of 100 short stories, around 100 words each, inspired by 100 colours. The link to the list of colours will be provided in the first chapter, as it was not created by me. If anyone decides to give this prompt list a whirl themsel...
