Umm..Hi! I'm new here and I'm also new at writing (sort of) so I'm just writing short drabbles for the time being because, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to complete a full story. XD I love it if you could leave reveiws and criticism so that can improve. Anyway, I hope this isn't to bad!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts because if I did it wouldn't be as awesome as it is.
Orange
Alice always thought the color was obnoxious.
It was bright, too lively. While most people who knew Alice (which were not many) would agree that she was indeed brash and outspoken, Alice herself did not feel the happiness that the color orange projected.
No, she preferred a much more intense color, one that could be as bright as the color orange yet as dark as the shadows when it wanted to be. It was the color of roses; of the setting sun just before it disappeared to die in some unknown place that she could not see. It was the color of her coat; of her past. Red. Intense and vivid red. Alice could identify herself with this color. The color of pain. The color that stained her so long ago. The color of blood.
A/N: My friend looked over this to check over spelling and grammar so I have to thank her. Thank you!
I do realize that there are fragments and other things in this but that's because it's suppose to be more poetic than correct.
Thank you for reading! Please review! *runs away*