My 15 minute writing 3

 

Inspo from the song producer man - Lyn Lapid

The 17 year old  bowed and a loud cheer rose up from the crowd. She stood up and smiled, waving and walking off of the stage. This girl was an amazing dancer and had won many awards for her talent. She walked down the corridor, waving and congratulating the backstage crew. She smiled and grabbed her bag. When she walked out a man was waiting to see her. This man was the owner of one of the bigges money making businesses in the world.  And he wanted her to succeed in the world. She agreed to his contract and was flown out to LA. but the girl was to native to see he was only in it for the money. She went to a prestigious dance school and was worked to refine her skill. Life went on happily for a while (2 years) before she realised something was wrong. The contract said for 6 years she would work with the business man, but she didn’t want to any more. When she confronted him, he merrily laughed and said “ sweetie you gotta listen well it only matters how you sell”.

15 minute writing 2

 I woke up to the shouting of nurses. Oh great what had happened now? I blink dully and look around. A kind nurse with the name Darcy printed on her little card rushed around my bed in a flurry of shouts, medical supply's and white uniform. I stared up at the celling in annoyance. It was a dull grey. Huh thats weird. Last time I was here it was a light blue. Hmm maybe i was in a different ward. I sat up and looked around at my surroundings. It was all different shades of grey and white. The curtains were white and the bed was white and grey. No color to keep things sterile I guessed. The nurse Darcy had left at this point, tittering in her high pitched voice that I wasn't to have any visitors. I scolded at this and lay down to sleep. It wasn't long before i was in La-La land. I dreamt of a kid who was in an accident and lost their sight. I was so real that i woke up with tears in my eyes. I had to know it it was true. I called for the nurse and stared up at the now dull grey ceiling. She arrived and immediately asked if something was wrong. I said no and proceed to ask her about my dream. “ oh honey I'm sorry but it was real”, she said sadly. I suddenly looked at her and froze. Her once brown hair was a dark grey and her skin was almost white. “ Sweetie that was you. You lost your vision in an accident the other day. You have been diagnosed with monochromacy and will never see true color again. It has no cure but you can use color blind glasses to help you. But you will have it for the rest of your life”. 

Monochromacy - comes from the Greek words of mono ( one ) and chromo ( color)