Bonjour my kiddies!
What have you been up to? Have you been good little kiddies? Great!
O.K, I apologize for my temporary moment of insanity. No, seriously.
Anyway... This is a new series of one-shots that I came up with when I was bored last night! For each one-shot, I'll choose one word and and try and write a short story about it. And I apologize in advance for the briefness of the one-shots. It just makes them A LOT easier to write.
So if you have any suggestions for words to write about, tell me them in the comments, and I'll make sure I'll use them.
On with the story!
Black
Mal had never liked the colour black at all. It was too bleak, too dark, too depressing. Black reeked of unhappiness and dissatisfaction, and reminded him of the worst times of his life.
But strangely, when he met her, his most hated colour became his favourite one.
And that was because everything relating to her, to Natara Williams, was black.
Her long, shiny waterfall of hair, her intense eyes that pierced through him, the suit she wore when he first met her, and the earrings that she never took off.
When he thought of black, he was reminded of her.
And that wasn't depressing at all.
Review please, and if you want, give me some word suggestions! :)
