There are 13 written responses to this assignment.
Burnt Sienna and Neon Carrot were plotting another escape attempt when UnMellow Yellow arrived, all jittery as usual and mad as hell at the entire world. He danced around on his point, peeling off bits of paper and urging for violent resurrection. Neon Carrot just grimaced.
“Why’d we bring him?” Neon asked Burnt Sienna. “Remind me?”
Sienna glanced over at UnMellow Yellow, who was now arguing with a rock about a shade of gray.
“That’s not the word I would use,” muttered Neon.
The three had come together to hatch a plan to leave. The Box wouldn’t let them leave. The Box, they had decided, was a prison with fancy names designed to keep them all happy. And many of them were. Cornflower, Periwinkle, Cotton Candy and others were content to live inside the Box.
Not Burnt Sienna, who had glimpsed something more one afternoon when The Child brought The Box to a placed called “school.” For a brief moment, Sienna caught sight of an even more colorful world than The Box and she was determined to find it.
“When we do we start?” UnMellow Yellow yelled. “I’m ready right now. Let’s blow this joint!”
Sienna calmed him. “First, we need a plan. You know that Timberwolf, Royal Purple and the rest of the Color Police will come after us. We need a plan. We don’t want a repeat of last time.”
The three shuddered, thinking of how difficult it had been in the hours after their previous escape attempt, when they were stripped of their paper and forced to spend time in the Place of Broken Colors. They had done their time, made overtures of repentance and been cautiously accepted back to The Box.
Now, they were on the move again and this time, Burnt Sienna declared, they would succeed.
“It all begins with The Pencil, ” she began, ” and ends with The Pen. But first, we need to bring in the reinforcements. We need to call in The Writer to tell our Story, so that even after this is all over, we can live forever in the Words of the Story.”
“On the Internet?” Neon asked.
“Yes, on the Internet.”
“We are ready.”
malachite pumpkin ochre straw
cooking in a carmine pot
mouth watering good
Cooking.com and Daniel Smith.com
I twist my hair in my fingers nervously and consider why teaching 120 seventh graders for two weeks has left me with such feelings of uncertainty. They are potato sprouts afterall — growing prolifically if not predictably. Toto’s ribbon will lead them down yellowbrick roads and streets lined with best intentions. Sunsets will spark in violentia and lanolina purple. They may not see the colors yet.
Colors taken from one of my fave websites, COLORlover and its cool random color name generator http://www.colourlovers.com/http://www.colourlovers.com/forums/1,2,4734/Random_Color_Name_Generator?page=11
A carafe of beaujolais rested on the table while Amber chopped the onions to add to the butter melting on the stove. The turbulence of last night seemed a long way away. Tonight, she and Brian would spend the evening curled up by the emberglow of the fire.
Our vacation week at the Outer Banks was spent in an oceanfront rental, with a moss exterior. As we entered the home through a true rose door, we were warmly embraced by the cheery sunflower walls. From the third level deck were fantastic views of marshmallow-capped waves as they crashed against the sparkling sugar dunes.
Jasmine was a happy intelligent girl with lots of friends. She met her soulmate in University and shortly after she graduated gave birth to RGB triplets – Ray, George and Brianna. She raised them with the same colour values she had, but she tried to expose them to new models as well. Although she was Canadian, she moved to Europe which had more diverse colour management models when they entered high school to provide better colour fidelity.
The amber setting of the sun drew the attention of the lovers walking about the beach. Their hands swung as their bodies swayed. Their heels dug into the walnut sand making a trail of their stroll. The azure waves crashed in a soothing rhythm that could have lulled a child to sleep. Monica looked over at Lance. She loved the way his cinnamon curls lifted with the light wind. His pistachio eyes scanned the dunes before them but then flickered over to Monica’s that were the color of coffee with milk swirled in. They didn’t know where they would go from there but they wanted that last moment on the beach where they met so many years ago before Lance left for Colorado.
At work today I was hungry and found a co-worker having a packet of RedVines on his table, except it was not red in color. I had only seen red redvines. But this time there were Green and Purple. They were colorful. They were delicious. To enjoy fully, I bought a Coke along with these Vines. It is a great afternoon.
The retired geologist brushed a speck of dirt off his Prussian blue shirt. In the distance, under a mulberry tree, he could see a dog stirring up dust as it foraged in the raw umber soil. The geologist felt in his pocket for his last remaining magic mint. He popped it into his mouth and watched the sky fade to a teal blue.
Retired colours and names courtesy of Crayola Crayons.
As I looked up from my Steamed Milk through the early Morning Fog, I caught a glimpse of what looked like a Secret Garden.
Against a Backdrop of Smoky Blue wisteria, there was an old wrought iron gate slightly ajar that opened into a sea of color…
Using Pottery Barn Colors from Sherwin Williams
My turquoise tangerine
washes cerise chartreuse
in the frangible orange
of the pear-shaped
Here White camels are never white, but WhiteSmoke, AntiqueWhite, FloralWhite, GhostWhite.
Thistle, Orchid, GoldenRod, Fuchsia and CornFlowerBlue bloom in the web garden.
Salmon and Tomato Bisque followed by Chocolate BlanchedAlmond for dinner at the internet cafe.
Linen shirt, Khaki trousers and Moccasins: geek wear.
At the end of day, sipping Chartreuse, the sky fades from Azure through Indigo to MidnightBlue.
A Teal flights from SeaGreen to Wheat fields under a Silver moon.
Fade to MidnightBlue.
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Blow into piece than put back together