A World with the Blues
Original Story by
Kristin Rutledge
It is so gloomy. We
had a blue sky in the day of course, and at night, we had a dark blue sky. But that is only a little part of this
world. One just gets sad looking at
it. It is very, very strange. Let me just tell you about it.
I, Tom Benson, live here in this blue world. I walk down the street at around 7 pm. The street lights are now on glaring a bright
shade of blue. I look up, and the moon is
a very bright. I decide to go down to
the ice cream parlor for a little pick-me-up.
I walk up to the counter and the lady asks me, “You want blueberry, blue
pecan, blue chocolate or blue vanilla?”
“I’ll take blue chocolate.”
One actually gets tired of blue after a while. I mean just sitting here in this ice cream
parlor, the table is blue, the napkin is blue, the spoon is blue, my bowl is
blue, the ladies skin is even blue.
EVERYTHING IS BLUE!!! I am going
crazy just thinking about it.
Even the people here are blue on the outside. But what’s on the outside doesn’t tell what’s
on the inside. A lot of people here are
blue on the inside, because they live in a blue world and it kind of gets to
you. But some people are different. Some people are bright and yellow on the
inside, and they are always cheery. But
then some people like me are green on the inside. I am in between blue and yellow, and I guess I
sort of let the blueness of my world get to me.
I got home and went into my blue room to go to sleep. I was so tired I did not even change. I fell right to sleep, and in my dream, I
dreamed of a world of colors. Many, many
colors covered this wondrous planet. Oh
how I wish my world was that way, and for a moment, I believed it was. Then I suddenly woke up and realized that it
was all a dream.
A world may be blue on the outside, but its real color is
actually not what you see, but what’s on the inside.
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