Let's play a game!

[momebie]

For today's thewritinggame prompt we were to pick a primary or secondary color and then write something to evoke it without actually mentioning it. The fun part is where you lot read it and guess what the color was. I think I've made it easy for you. I hope anyway.


TITLE: The Way I Remember Being
AUTHOR: momebie
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 306
FEEDBACK: On || FEEDBACK TYPE: Any
WARNING: None.
SUMMARY: She'd hold her breath if it would help.
PROMPTS: Guess the Color
A/N: I was talking to theemdash the other day about the reason I like watching Skins. It's because it reminds me of what it felt like, to me, to be a teenager. Where everything was large and all consuming and every feeling was greater than every other feeling and how the world might end if it changed ever so slightly. So here's one of those memories. Sort of. Memories never really filter the way you think they will at the time.


It feels like the end of the world.

It’s not, and she knows it, but that doesn’t stop her chest from feeling like it’s caving in with every exhale. It doesn’t stop the humidity from feeling like it’s weighing her down and pinning her to the sand beneath her.

The sun is setting on the opposite side of the island. In the direction she’s staring the sky has already slipped into gloaming, but the edges where the sun is still managing to reach and stain are slightly lighter, slightly more bruised looking. The clouds are scraps, slowly tearing the sky to shreds as they drift south.

It’s the waiting that is the real killer. She’d hold her breath, let her lips and cheeks slowly turn from healthy to dim as the oxygen pushed against the base of her throat, trying to escape and get to where it was needed. She’d hold her breath if there was anyone there to notice, but there’s no one.

That’s why she comes to this place. A short trek across faded and splintered wooden boards and she’s suddenly in a whole new world of tossing dune grass and pelting sand and crashing sounds as the battered shore shrugs off the waves. Even when there is someone there who might notice, they don’t. Everyone is looking for an escape.

So she lets herself feel like the world is ending. She notes the different hues as the color slips from the sky, the last shred clinging to the darkness as long as it can. She embraces the dreadful stain of feeling, because one day she’ll be able to use this.

As she unclenches her fist, blood rushes back into her fingertips and paints her unvarnished nails the same color she’d seen in the sky and reminds her that nothing ever ends, not really.

Comments

[yachiru]

This is quietly beautiful. I like the ethereal nature of your prose here and how you interrupt that with harder words like splintered and bruised.

PS. Love the first two seasons of Skins. Not sure about three and four.

Edit; forgot to guess. At first I thought brown. But then red. >_>

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you, dear.

Season one and two are still my favorites. There was just something about Tony Stonem. Three and four were alright. I felt like what they did, in giving us an in through Effy, was a good move because you didn't feel entirely baseless. Even if Effy herself as a character was trying at times. I think that's because in a lot of ways she was the quintessential manic pixie dream girl. Five and six have had their moments for me. One of the episodes was downright heartbreaking. But it's still not as good as the first set of kids.

Not red! Though red IS my favorite color and the one I was originally going to write on, so I wonder if I didn't slip it in instead of the real one by accident.

[tentaclecore]

The feeling of being crushed into a bloody pulp is very prominent here. I actually felt my shoulders go down as I read it.

And yah, with the last line I'm guessing red here ♥

[momebie.livejournal.com]

*plucks your shoulders up again*

Not red! But as I said to yachiru, since that is my favorite color and the one I was going to use initially I do wonder if I didn't accidentally slip that in instead. Stupid subconscious.

[basric.livejournal.com]

There is so much beautiful imagery, how does someone figure out what one color you choose, of course the sky may have been purple or orange I don't think pink was a choice. I hate to think her polish was orange so I'll go with purple.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Purple is it! And thank you. It's really hard to describe sunsets without talking in color. We rely on those familiar markers so readily a lot of the time.

[seratonation.livejournal.com]

I would think it was the colour of a bruise so dark purple/blue? Lol how strange I can see the colour in my mind (I even hae nail polish in that colour) but I can't name it.

Great price though, I like how it's quiet but not exactly peaceful.

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Purple was definitely the color, so you win even if you can't quite name it! Colors are really sort of funny, in how hard it is to describe them without referencing them.

Thank you. ♥

[darkmachines.livejournal.com]

this is a good one, my dear.

i really liked this line: let her lips and cheeks slowly turn from healthy to dim

[momebie.livejournal.com]

Thank you, hon. I felt kind of awkward posting it, but I shouldn't worry about telling that person's secrets, since I'm not her anymore.

[darkmachines.livejournal.com]

that is an incredible way of looking at it.
i am really glad you posted it.
<3

[momebie.livejournal.com]

It's one of the reasons I think about making the Burst story into a YA novel instead of just fiction with a young protagonist. I so vividly remember so many feelings that I wish other people couldn't relate to, and it really would have helped me at the time to know that other people actually could.

But I have so many other things to work on before that one. I really should get to it. (Once I stop dying. *coughhack*)

[darkmachines.livejournal.com]

You should make it YA if you feel that way! I understand you on wanting to make the YA thing though. I'm not a major fan of YA novels, but, I'd love to write one about growing up in northern NJ in the late 90's. I just feel not enough people had that sort of experience I did and since it colors my world so much, I'd love to fictionalize it!

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

I thought blue until the end, with the sky. Then I was thinking that dark brownish-red. (I see it's purple.)

This is really good.