Short Stories

Art

There was no music. No color. Nothing. It was a black and white world. Like the old movies. The trees were gone. So were the flowers. It was mandatory to keep your hair dyed black, white, or grey. There was a surgery for eyes to turn them grey if you couldn't wear contacts. It was bland and boring. Music no longer played and plays were no longer preformed. Fiction books were banned because writing showed creativity. Painting was illegal. All forms of art were against the law. I remember the days before this. The days of fun and happiness. Where did they go? I remember when colors were a prominent idea in our minds. Art was taught. So was writing, music, and acting. But we were so focused on the intellectual side of things we changed. We were taught facts instead of creativity. We were taught that if we couldn't remember history or if we couldn't do math, we were stupid. Because we couldn't make money off of creativity. It didn't matter how good you could draw, paint, act, write, or sing. All that mattered was money. They brainwashed everyone. But not me. I still owned paints and instruments from the better days. I owned books and plays. Because they could try, but they would never take away my freedom and creativity.