Black suits, black eyes, black news. Black, black, black. Paint everything in black.
I used to like black. Black was my only favourite colour even though it’s not a colour to others. I don’t understand them. There is a colour named black in the colour shop so I know black is a real colour. Otherwise it wouldn’t be in the colourshop because colour shops only sell colours.
Black as the night sky, black as the calm in deep sleep, black as the wardrobe in the room. Black hides things. I liked black. But then they took it away from me so now I have to see. I don’t like to see. I want my black back but at the same time I don’t anymore because the people with the black suits and black eyes and black news ruined black for me.
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Short Story"There are lots of lies in this world. Lots of horror and darkness and torture and hopelessness. But if I got the opportunity to remove one of them the answer would not require hesitation. The answer would be simple, short and without regret. Take a...
