.::Inspiration::.When I would think of colors, I'd think of plain ideas.Although the palette was bright and colorful, it seemed just too bland.I had always thought that the colors couldn't blend, they had already been blended.But I was incorrect.As soon as I started making these colors, the world was put into a perspective.Brown is not perfect, except with orange and reds and golds.White is not perfection, nor is black destruction.Colors must be made differently, as you and I differ.And they will, until the end of time.
.::The Four Tales::. Chaper 2"What do you mean, 'our home?'" Elyssa inquired."OUR home! There's way more of us, like Micah!" Laverne looked into her eyes, searching for emotion."You mean, they're singer/songwriters?"Laverne sighed. "She didn't tell you yet.""She didn't tell me what yet?!"Laverne just shook his head bitterly, looking down."Follow me."Before she could reply, he grabbed her wrist and led her into the building. When they walked into the room, it was barren. He let go.I thought so, Elyssa though. But where is he going?The boy walked into a wall. She gasped. Where had he gone?"Laverne?" she whispered."What?" He poked his head out of the wall."How did you walk through the wall?"Laverne looked around. He laughed."Here," he said, holding out his hand.She took it, trembling. He smiled and pulled her into the wall. She tensed but felt nothing, except his hand holding on to hers."You can open your eyes now," he whispered in her ear.So she did, taking in the wonders she hadn't se
.::The Four Tales::. Chapter 1A 14-year-old girl stepped out of a library close to her home. She walked purposefully without paying much attention. Her short, dark braids swayed back and forth while she walked. Her light chocolate brown eyes kept straight ahead, determined."Hey, Elyssa!" someone shouted out from behind her. Her eyes broke out of concentration and she swiveled around to meet them. It was a male, probably around her age. But as she wondered why he wanted her, he triped right into her. They fell onto the concrete sidewalk. He got up, rubbing his light blond hair."Sorry about that! My name's Laverne." He held out his hand for her. She took it and got up."What did you want me for?" Elyssa asked. "And why did you fall onto me?" Her voice was starting to rise.He raised his hands. "Hey, I didn't try! I tripped!" Remembering her first question, he added, "Oh, yeah. I need to show you something." His emerald eyes shone with happiness and agreed with his mouth."What is it? Where will you take me?""Umm,