Skip to content

Day 2

Write 250 words inspired by the color of the walls of the room I’m in


The white walls. Everywhere I look, white walls.  I’m growing to hate the color white, how it encompasses all other colors.  The walls mock me in their blandness.  I want some excitement, I want pizzazz.  I’m tired of these vanilla lines staring at me, closing in with their square shape.

The brown trim thinks it does the job of contrast but all it truly does is add to the overwhelming brightness of the white.  It bleeds down into a form of tan that screams at me from the corners of my eyes.  I need them to be different.  I need them to change.

I rush at the nearest wall, meaning to scratch and claw and kick and punch through, find a different tone or theme underneath.  Perhaps even stain them with my blood.  A red would go nice, it always does.  Red is a nice add to any décor.  I forget in my rage that the nearest wall is over the open stairway.  I fall to the bottom, crashing into steps and more of those damn white walls.  Now they are smudged by my black shoes.  The drywall cracked by my hands as I scrabble for purchase, trying to grip anything to stall my quick descent.

I hit the bottom of the stairs with a thud.  I smash through the door at the foot of the risers.  My head bounces off the concrete in the basement and I kick the punching bag with an out strewn foot.  The bag sways back and forth over my head, its shadow first blanketing me with its darkness, then moving away to let the darker black of the empty room take me.

I can feel the black closing in on me, I know my consciousness is fading.  The last thing I see before I go under is the white walls.



Laughing at me.


Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Life's Journey: Musings of me

Easy and Difficult, Messy and Orderly, Simple and Complex: Just Me


This site is the cat’s pajamas

Ray Ferrer - Emotion on Canvas

** OFFICIAL Site of Artist Ray Ferrer **

Living with Shadows

I'm a woman in my 40's and finally feeling that I know who I am and why I am, I would like to share the shadows from my life. Having got here fairly intact and along the way found the ability to take a step back and see things more clearly it is my hope that perhaps by blogging I may help others through their own dark places.

Sgt Pepper Photos

Discovering the source photos for The Beatles' 1967 album Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

SoftBody Sweethearts

Your Curvy Crush - the most lovely girls of Seattle and the Pacific Northwest.

The Poetic Anatomy of a Creepy Darling

Like sipping afternoon tea scared and naked--it's all in the etiquette.


Fashion . Design . Magazine

The Molotov Cocktail


The Carnage Conservatory

Psycho Killers of Print

The Better Man Project ™

a journey into the depths

Mike Monson

Writer of dark and creepy crime stories

Preparing to survive the end of the world as we know it

Me, Myself et Moi

Elle, Eighteen, Exploring.

%d bloggers like this: