So, we did this thing on the forum Camp Phoenix where in the role play, the characters experienced their worst nightmares or unreachable dreams. We skipped past that part and were able to write stories about it if we so chose to. I decided to start writing. I only have this one done so far though. We'll see if I decide to write more of them or not. I know it's kind of been a while since this started already but oh well.
Willow Paige:
The color bled out of the word, leaving a bleak, drab place behind. The happiness drifted with it until there were only wisps of the former joy left. When most people think of fear they think of large creatures, or water, or even their family dying. But Willow, she thinks of of plain grey. Of no one experiencing the wonders of happy bright days splashed with dazzling bright colors. Sure, the other things are scary too. But without that what's the fun in life?
Now don't get me wrong, its really hard to get her feeling down. As an enthusiastic eleven year old she was always there to cheer people up. Sometimes though, the sorrow will smother you, and even the brightest of spirits might get their glow dampened.
Willow walked down the abandoned, dreary streets. No cars even passed her as she went. Not a creature made a sound. She had awoken that morning to the change. No color, not even in her usually bright shining amber eyes. No one even smiling, but she was trying to be positive about the situation. Surely it was only temporary.
She was trying to find where her parents had gone. They hadn't been home, and she was beginning to worry. She needed their support now more than ever. "Dad! Mom!" she shouted, hoping they would hear her. She was well aware that she wasn't her 'real' mom, but she still called her that. Iris hadn't been there for her growing up like her step-mom had been.
Willow spent hours outside searching for them, growing more anxious as she went. What had happened to them? Her stomach grumbled loudly, and she finally had to turn back. Maybe they had come back home while she'd been gone. She hurried home, her heart lifting hopefully. She made it home, flung open the door, and dashed into the house, a wide smile on her face...
They weren't there.
Her hopes fell, all the way down to to the underworld. They really had left her.
She slowly dragged herself into the kitchen to eat. She took out some bread, cheese, mustard, and turkey lunch meat to make a sandwich. She took it into the living room, plopping down on the couch and taking a bite. She started thinking over the situation, and thought she should try and call her friends. Jumping off the couch, her sandwich finished, she went and grabbed the house phone, dialing a number for her friend Molly. She put the phone to her ear, listening to it ring and waiting for her to pick up. When no one answered, she frowned. Perhaps they were busy. Not knowing anyone else's number without her step-mom to tell her, she retreated to get ready for bed.
She took a shower, got changed into pajamas, and made sure to brush her teeth before crawling into her bed, thinking that her parents would be proud of her for taking care of herself. They aren't here, she reminded herself, snuggling under the covers for comfort, closing her eyes. It took her a long while to sleep, haunted by the idea of a world like this. Eventually though, exhaustion weighed down too heavily on her and she drifted asleep.
The next day was no improvement. More of the same. After eating some cereal, she tried calling Molly again, to no avail. Her not answering was unusual on its own, and when combined with the other strange things happening, she began feeling more apprehensive. She began to accept the idea that this was now her reality.
Filled with despair, Willow searched her house once more for her parents, even then knowing it was useless. They were gone forever.
Then she left their house, going to the neighbors to see if anyone there could help her, but there was no answer. Nor at the next house door. Or the next. Or the next.
In one last futile attempt to draw up something that made her happy, she attempted to use her powers to make rainbows. But there was merely a feeble string of gray, before even that disappeared. There was no more color left in the world.
As the days slowly passed by, every last bit of reserve was sucked out of her. She was sure things would never get better. That optimistic, cheerful girl had been reduced to a hopeless, miserable one. She lived out her days in a state of seemingly never ending sadness.
Until one day, the nightmare ended, and she was able to experience the beauties of the world once more.
Yes, I know it's pretty short, but I haven't written a story in a long time so that's my excuse. Besides, I didn't know what else I could put. And I feel like it started out pretty good and then it kinda went meh. My writing isn't very good. XP
I felt kinda bad torturing my little Willow too. She's my sweetie.
Anyways, that's all for now.