My colors within
From red to purple I can feel all of the colors in my soul!
my colors within
I would like to start with my birth color.
The color that made me, mold me, ancestor to me.
That color is purple. royalty, nobility, luxury, power, and ambition. Said Google, but to me it's a color of magic, mystery, honor, my mother.
She was strong and wise and took no shit from no one. And Stood her ground, I am tearing up remembering her voice rumble in my heart, that was once red but now blue falling apart. Watching my best leave this earthly heaven and fly to heavenly blue sky.
I was blue until green found me… my favorite color. She found me lifted my head, grabbed me by the hand and said we got this!
I stood there with the warm color yellow running through my veins. Remembrance, intellect, honor, loyalty, and joy Wikipedia told me and yeah I feel all those things.
Orange has me driven to full fill my journey, to light my path, to create adventure and to become reborn from my trails and tribulations.
Red and ready to show the world what I have to give. I give Love…..
Love for people who hate for reasons unknown, love for the world that torn, love to share when others who are alone. But you are not alone. Red, is the fire that burns in my soul.
let your color guide you and brighten the path you should be on.
these are my colors within.
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Sweet treat
Walking home late from a party around 11:30pm. I know a young woman like me shouldn't walking alone in the streets at night, But I had to get home. For whatever reason the street seem unusually quiet for a Friday night . I try to ignore it and pick up the pace. I was only four blocks away. At a bus stop sat an old women, her legs were sticking out and I did not see it, causing me to tripped over her feet. I fall to the ground with a hard thud. " you fucking hag "! I cried while picking myself up of the ground. " pull in your feet next time you see someone coming". I said. She said nothing, the old woman slowly lift up her head at me, then stared into my eyes . . With a big smile on her face he said, " am so sorry dear I hope you are all right? Mama Aradia didn't mean any harm". she smiled her, gums were black like coal with no teeth. I stood back then said " no worries am ok, sorry for calling you a hag". Then old women reached into her bag to pull out something wrapped in foil. " her sweetheart a treat for my troubles " . When I reach out to take it from her, the women grabbed my arm and pulled me close to her. " Diana and Lucifer were my creators and soon we'll be your stepmother and stepfather!". I moved my hand away from her and took the item she was passing on to me, running home at this point as I hear her laughing behind me. When I got home I was shaking, hearing her rhyme play over and over in my head . I place the items she gave me on the counter and just stared at it. " I have to see what's inside " I said to myself and I opened....it was chocolate cake. I locked my eyes on it and I couldn't look away. For some reason I wanted bad even if it kills me..... I took a big bite of the creamy milk chocolate cake as it running down my throat mixed with warm saliva tingle my soul every time I think about it. I wished I can enjoy that bite of chocolate once again. The sweet taste of crumble of the cake falling from my hands back down to my counter, oh how it was so hard to resist. I've been told many times to never touched this lovely decadent treat but I had to have it. It was like a monster craving, not that craving you get when eating ice cream or Skittles, but the craving you get in the middle of the night that you want something and you wanted now! I had it, it was in my hands and in my reach, now down my throat and in my stomach..in the coffin with me. Do I regret it? no!!! I knew I was allergic to chocolate and I knew the risk. I thought I had it under control . but for some reason I couldn't help myself . This cake was so delicious I couldn't just walk away, after eating two slices of chocolate cake I knew I was in trouble. I waited at the kitchen table for my fate as my throat started to close up and my cheeks began to swell, I knew this was the end. Being a ghost is not so bad, but it does hurt my heart to see my mother cry. the benefit of being dead is I can eat all the chocolate cake I want. But nothing could compare to that delicious slices of chocolate cake Aradia gave me.
By Cozette Aviles5 years ago in Horror
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