This was an assignment from a recent creative writing class I took. It involved describing a color but trying to do it in an unconventional way. This was my offering for the color black.
boy left the still fragrant kitchen, stepping out the backdoor and
into the night’s embrace, his shoes clomping on the porch. The dark shapes
ahead pulled at his imagination as he sought his quest giver. Boards creaking
and crickets chirping, he slowly stepped forward toward the porch’s end.
Finally he spotted a devilish orange eye glowing in the darkness, smoke curling around it. A deep, croaking voice spoke from the abyss, “Young petitioner, are you ready?”
“Yes,” was the boy's whispered response.
The voice began, "Burned and broken forest timbers, those biting flies you hate, shiny ink drop spider eyes, an oily raven on a graveyard gate.” A pause as the eye glowed brightly again.
The voice continued, “A night sky full of crystalline stars, a line of domino tiles, a curving stroke of fresh India ink, lumps of charcoal in a pile.” Again, the eye glowed brightly followed by a long exhale. The boy closed his eyes to focus on an answer.
Finally, he spoke, “Your quest tonight was challenging, you certainly gave no slack. But from the darkness an answer came, it is the color black.”
The opponent growled and howled in defeat, a smile silently sliding across the boy’s face as he held out his hand. The prize dropped into it from the depths. He held it up to his nose—a licorice whip.
“Thanks, grandfather!” the boy shouted as he negotiated around the old man’s cigar to find a warm embrace.
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