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A World of GrayThe world had been gray for as long as he could remember.He absolutely hated it. He hated the gray walls, the gray ceiling, the checkered gray and gray floor. The gray people who went about there lives, oblivious to it all.He knew the world wasn't really gray; that was simply the way he perceived it. He also knew that if he kept going like he was, he wouldn't be perceiving it at all. His sense of smell had already gone, along with his depth perception. Things swarmed in front of his eyes, doubling, tripling. Sounds seemed to come from far away, save for the buzzing, which never truly went away. He had long ago learned that all food tasted the same. His feeling, his sense of touch was still mostly there, but how long would it be until that was gone as well?They found him fascinating.For as long as he could remember, they had been coming. A visit, they called it. But they were different then the visits from Mother. She would hold him, and sob, and generally be annoying, but she never
Coal part 1 and 2, revisedThere was a frantic pounding on the door.Suzie looked up from her homework. Who could it possibly be? No one in town ever stopped by, and especially at not nine o'clock at night.She got up from the kitchen table and made a rather precarious journey to the door. Mama was working on another article, which meant that every single thing they had that had to do anything with it was scattered across the floor, and if single piece was disturbed, then mama would freak out and would insist on starting all over."Yeah, yeah..." she muttered, hopping over the last couple of papers and into the breezeway, where she tugged the door open.A boy stood on the porch, one hand raised in preparation to knock again. Everything about him looked washed out, from his pale blonde hair to his pale blue eyes to his skin, which was so pale that it seemed to give him a faint ghostly glow. He wore over sized denim over-all's, a god-awful red jacket and every single inch of him was covered in a fine bl
Thanksgiving"And so," Chrysila's hand hovered above a bright blue button, "let us give thanks to the Great Sacrimlione for delivering us from the clutches of darkness!"Eighteen heads bowed in prayer to their almighty leader. After exactly 15 seconds, the proper amount of time for prayer as designated by the Committee, she pressed the button. A large tube snaked down from the ceiling and deposited a large cube of teal on the waiting tray. It wasn't just a teal colored cube; it also contained the taste, scent, and texture of teal. If someone were to put a litter of puppies though a compacter, they would get a cube of puppies. It was the same for the cube of teal. Only, instead of being literally made of teal, the cube of teal was made of recycled, mostly organic matter.The tray blades shot up and divided the cube into twenty cubes, which were distributed amongst the nineteen souls sitting around the table, until only one mini cube remained.Chrysila scooped a spoonful of the gelatinous substance i