Okay, because I have to be evil (it's in my nature) I'm going to put in a chapter that will seem very strange. You can interpret it however you please, but you don't actually have to read it. This chapter deals with emotions on another level. Those of you who read Time Goes On with understand the basis of this chapter. It's similar to Time Goes On, but this one is much more deep. I'll put the key at the end with the Author Notes.

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Life Less Ordinary

Chapter Seventeen

"Prelude To Disaster"

Could anything possibly get any worse? That seemed to be the ultimate question of everything now. It was evident that the single worst thing in the world had happened, and nothing could be done to stop its destruction. It was falling apart at the seams, thread by thread, unraveling into a gigantic mess.

All the hard work, all the time, was now wasted, put into a vain of worthless effort. Was there a point anymore? The answer to that seemed to be no. Anger was evident, glowing red behind a black background, streaming in as splattered spots of red paint onto a canvas forcibly to see what type of picture it would make. It was dominant by any means, but there was also a hint of yellow happiness and enjoyment that began to flow onto this canvas of mixed emotions. How could happiness, let alone enjoyment, be present in this?

That seemed to be a tough question to answer. Logic appeared to be the only way to find out, but logic seemed to be the one thing missing in this colorful puzzle. Everything was black with doubt, but the red anger was increasing its number with yellow floating gaily along the sides. Fragments of pink began to filter their way in, adding to the flavor of this odd canvas. These fragments scurried around, filling in the spaces between the red and yellow, outnumbering both. The question arose to wonder why excitement would be present, which went along right next to happiness and enjoyment. It would appear that this canvas was experiencing the effect of different colors occupying its space. What would come next?

The pink of excitement was the liveliest, sprinting all over the canvas at high speed, driving the curiosity to dangerous levels, but another was disrupting the attention from the pink fragments that had stolen it away in the first place. A thin strand of blue began to weave slowly throughout the other colors, calming everything else. It moved like a snake, slithering across a watery earth in grace and balance. All attention moved to it, wondering its nature. Its movement and rhythm told one what it stood for- sadness. The hurt had finally entered the canvas of doubt, projecting its more important presence above the others. Sad eyes with increased sympathies watched it. Its color faded in and out as if it struggled to be there, proving its existence. It circled around all the colors, weaving over every inch of the black canvas before finally coiling up in a corner of the canvas, isolating itself from the rest, cowering in its own pity.

All eyes and attention remained on the blue coil of sadness that shook slightly in its corner while everything else moved back up to speed. There was a distinct difference between the colors occupying the main section of the black canvas and the blue huddled up in the corner.

But in all the colors and emotions, the red anger had taken complete dominance representing the furiousness of the whole situation. It began to swallow everything else, devouring it like the Giant Blob taking a rampage through a crowded, busy city.

A question arose among the chaos. Where was the logic and reason in all this? Where was the white light of purity to cast a friendly shadow of knowledge and make everything instantly better?

But there was no answer. There was no sign of reason or logic among the rubble mess of the displayed colors. It was doubtful that it would even make an entrance at all. Could it be that logic and reason were both gone? Possibly for good? If logic and reason left, then hope would soon after follow. The presence of all three would certainly be relieving if not necessary.

But anger wiped out everything else, forcing the merging of black and red. The logic and reason was now gone, possible not to even appear. A top had finally blown upon realizing what had happened, causing the creation of a new color: the green of guilt. Sorrow was mixed in there somewhere, hiding behind the visuals of black, red, and green. They swirled together in a tie-dyed fashion, attempting to cancel each other out.

All three fought in an epic, odd battle until finally breaking free of the canvas and spilling into the nothingness that surrounded it. Now all colors lay out in a great pile of black, red, green, yellow, pink, and blue. What would become of them now?

They merged together by an unknown force, resulting in a color that never should be created out of so many. It swallowed itself in and out until nothing was left of it but its own blinding reflection.

Then white of logic, purity, and reason was destroying itself to preserve the order of the colors and their emotions.

A/N: As I stated before, this is something of a nonsense chapter that won't mean anything of relative importance for another chapter or so. The colors mentioned had corresponding emotions, which I said I would put down here: red-anger; black-doubt; green-guilt; pink-excitement; yellow-happiness/enjoyment; and blue-sad. If you can figure out what the whole thing stands for before I explain later, then good for you. This is just as the title stated: A prelude to disaster. R&R and Later Days!