Stories are told in different color; some are blue, some are as bright as yellow, some maybe dull like purples or mourn like black. Still, stories meant to be in different tint, shaded with hues.
(Description per story content:)
|CRIME OF PASSION|
She looked upon the eye of a dead man. There was no soul. There was neither compassion nor callousness, just an urn of a once blissful soul. She looked up at the eye of the cynical. There was neither tenderness nor adoration, just a phantom loathing with her selfish desires.
she almost ran over a red traffic light when a hand caught her arm.
'hey are you colorblind?!'
he shouted.
she shrugged and replied,
'you know what? yes i am.'
a story about how your passion can feel like a curse.