Monochrome

Chapter 1

The running theme for the day was Grey.

The Sun was at odds with this corner of the Earth. Though still visible, he did naught to warm her. The dark clouds added no new hue to the sky. Down on the ground, a cold gale eased her way across the streets, lingering on the bare skin of anyone she encountered.
Some felt an esoteric beauty in this landscape; Shriya pulled her sweater tighter around her arms, tapped her heels on the pavement and scowled in the direction of the approaching motorbike.

Dark Romance

He turned off the lights and sat in the darkest corner of the room, laptop in hand. He plugged his headphones in and took a final glance at his phone before commencing his ritual. The first notes of Lateralus completed his cocoon, cutting him off from the world. All that existed in his universe was the empty screen staring at him and the haunting tune of the electric guitar. He lay his fingers on the keyboard, closed his eyes, took a breath and opened them again.

Cliché



Do not buy her
Rings and roses;
For she will fall
For them, not you.

The Waltz

A step ahead,
A step behind,
Your hand in mine,
We waltz to time.

Turquoise Transcendence



The sand crunched in protest under his feet as he walked. The sun beat cruelly on his brow, calling forth new beads of sweat to replace those rolling down his cheeks and into his shirt. The dry wind smothered his clean shaved face with a veritable tempest of dust and sand that precipitated on the sweat, serving to dull and age the man’s visage.