From the Mind of Master Imaginationist Crystal Connor ~"A Trusted Name in Terror."

The Darkness, Artificial Light, In The Valley of Shadows

Friday, January 8, 2010

Authors Anonymous: Color

Coaches instructions: If you had to describe yourself as a color, which would you choose and why?

So I was going to skip this assignment to work on the next one (which seems so kick ass, totally fun with a ton of room to maneuver…and that's right up my alley)
This drill seemed a little challenging and I couldn’t find a way not to incorporate race and clearly that’s not what’s she’s asking, but it’s the 1st thing that came to mind and the only thing that stayed there.
Because I sooo do not want to do this assignment I’ve decided to do it twice…two different stories. If you wanna wear daisy dukes you gotta do your squats & lunges there is just no way around it.

My story follows:

“What color we’re you?”

The little girl asked me what color I was and the question caught me completely off guard and ushered in a flood of memories that I had tried for ten years to forget.

Once I was alone and had more time to think about her question I realized I could no longer remember my native planet. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to breath relatively clean air or enjoy the warmth of the sun beneath the protective barrier of an ozone layer. That was a long time ago and Earth is no longer there.

This planet was different. The landscape was harsh and colorless, the weather was openly hostile and it was as if the sun was trying to use the cleaning power of fire to rid her 5th planet of disease.

It’s surprising how quickly the human body can adapt and evolve but I guess we can thank Monarch Pharmaceuticals for that because God had nothing to do with this.

Out of the 758,459 of us who had won the lottery to escape the Garden of Eden that God had given man in the form of Planet Earth, only twenty-eight of us were still alive. In this sector there were only two of us but that wouldn’t be the count for long because Eric was dying.

This planet already had a population in the billions and the girl who asked the question was a 3rd generation native and that was why she had asked the question in the 1st place.

In just 10 years I had become known as a settler. I was an immigrant, a relic from the “old country”, with an outdated language, ancient customs and conservative ways and I am only forty.

Thanks to Monarch Pharms, to deal with the combative environment of the brave new world, I no longer had skin but scales. I was still humanoid in form and so were the natives…sort of.

I guess you can say us settlers were like the Cardassian race from Star Trek; and like the lizards of the deserts of our old planet, our genetic manipulation allowed us to live on this one and it was our genetic manipulation that was also killing us.

You could still see that I had once been beautiful and I think that is why the youth of this planet got themselves “scaled” despite the fact that their shinny chromed skin was more than capable of dealing with the proximity of a sun that never set. Like the young of planet earth who in emulated African body modification by stretching their ears without fully understanding the culture or significance behind the act. Some things never change.

I closed my eyes and let my memory recall the green rolling hills, red desert sands, canyons carved from lakes, and deep blue-green seas that had once been my home. In my minds eye I saw the girl and heard her question asked and asked again…

“What color we’re you?”

I didn’t answer her question because I couldn’t. Tears breached past my closed reptilian eyes and flowed down my cheeks as I cried myself to sleep.
I didn’t answer her question because I couldn’t…because I didn’t remember what color I had been.


  1. Wow! Amazing for just plunking it out. The only thing that took me out of it for a moment was I was unsure if the third generation natives were also genetically modified humans, but that got cleared up after about a paragraph. I could totally see the picture you were drawing for the reader however. Keep up the good work!

  2. Hi Melissa! Welcome to the group and congratulations on your 1st book =D Hey thanks for the comment. Can you tell me where I lost you there for a sec? I really surprised how this story turned out & I think I’m gonna do something more with it but for now its going to stay on the back burner.

  3. Hi Crystal! Congrats on getting your first book published, I'm not even sending my stories out yet. Where I got a little confused is when you talk about the lottery and how there are only twenty-eight people from that left. I assumed those were the only humans left. As I said in my first post, it gets cleared up in the next paragraph where you explain about the child being a third generation native. I don't know that it needs much tweaking as the confusion gets cleared up so quickly. Hope that helps.

  4. Thanks M! =D Yep, it helps a lot. Because I think way faster than I write plus the fact that I don't think or plan it out...I just write whatever pops into my head. So momentary losing a reader is something I've heard before and something need to stay on top of. Thank you so much for your comments every perspective helps!