31 Day Challenge 2014

Day 9

I feel like today will be a lucky day to anyone who reads this! Alternatively, reading this will force irony to make you have a horrible day. Either way, let's have a happy story about a balloon, travelling across the world after being released by a small child.

All I got from that was ballon. I have no clue what it means but on With the story.

The sky was too bright, or too dark. Even when it was dark it was light just less light. It couldn't look up so It looked down. Everything had shrunk as It had moved, the small creature who had held it had started to made an annoying noise but it was too late. It was flying.

At first all It could see was the stone cliffs rising either side of the ground, crowded with creatures like the first as It rose and drifted along then It could see a mess of stone cliffs forming shapes and sizes. Then It saw green surrounding the grey cliffs and the further It went the more grey areas of cliffs surrounded by green then all It saw was blue. Deeper than the sky, smoother, richer, while the sky was either white shaded blue or black full of pinpricks of the white that would shade blue the blue below It was deep and dark or light and tinted green and then it was just blue. Sometimes the blue vanished and was replaced by white which was below It and above It and sound It and in It before that vanished and It saw more blue until It saw yellow.

The yellow was of a thousand different colours made of a thousand different things, it could see that much. There were still the grey cliffs clumped together at times that shone brightly a yellower yellow than the thousand yellows below him when the sky was black and then it was green. A darker green than before but still green and layered upon a hundred greens intertwined with reds and yellows and blues and browns when it was all brown with black spots and the yellow was coming closer, It could see it on the horizon before it was swallowed by green and everything turned white. Only the white was shrinking and getting darker every time the sky turned light and the white around it changed.

It turned yellow and grey and blew the yellow through the sky to the yellow below and the grey dropped white to the white below but less and the blue changed. It got greener and greener and then a white of a million colours but still blue and then there were the rocks jutting out form he blue and from the greens no from the grey of which they were and released red vivid and bright and glowing in the night and the a grey white flew up around It like the white and dropped a trillion greys like the white dropped blue and the other grey dropped whites like the white dropped the blue and the grey from the rocks was the same.

Then one day It looked up as It fell back down to see that the blue above had changed like the blue below. Like the white had vanished and the green had gone and the yellow had spread and spread and turned green unlike any other the blue had lost itself and as It fell It vowed and It vowed until one of those creatures, those monsters had caught It. It was like the other, smaller than the rest and innocent It could tell and It changed its mind as the creature lead It through the green and the yellow and the blue from below and then it found other creatures and It was introduced to red. A vivid red, redder than the red before from the rocks and more dangerous. A red as dark and as vivid as itself.

It remembered It's vow then. The vow before the small one. Before It believed things could change. Before It realised that It's vow might not be it, might not be needed and It kept to its vow and It floated towards the monster that was wailing unlike the first. The bowl at the top was like Its own, in size and shape only it needed to be connected to everything else. It didn't and that would be the creatures downfall.