The 'wow' factor

It was about 2 am, I had just finished watching a horror movie and was about to head to bed. But I realized I had left my phone at the living room couch. I was already at the entrance to my room and I was very afraid of the dark. It always happens after watching a horror movie. My hearing somehow becomes 20 times better that I can hear things I don't really notice. I finally decided that I was going to suck it up and slowly walk downstairs to get my phone. The fact that I had to be as quiet as a mouse because I didn't want to wake my parents made it even harder. I couldn't on the lights because they would know and I didn't have a flashlight because I don't own one. The only source of light was the porch lights from behind the curtains of my house. Finally, I had made it to the living room feeling as if someone or something was going to jump at me from around every corner. I could hear my phone playing very soft music from the couch. I searched for it and found it under the one of the pillows. After I carefully walked back up the stairs, I was hungry and felt like eating cereal. So, with my new found courage, I decided to go back downstairs to make myself a bowl of cereal. But as I walked down the stairs, I saw that the kitchen light was left on. I definitely remembered there were no lights on in the house. My courage began to fade as I got closer to the kitchen. As I looked over the corner of the door, I saw my sister eating a bowl of cereal. I was very relieved and opened the door to join her. When I opened the door she was shocked and screamed incredibly loud. I quickly grabbed her by the head and drowned her in her own cereal to stop the screaming. There was milk everywhere but I really wanted cereal so I ate what was left of my sister's cereal. Then I realized that, I was the monster all along......

Just kidding, how's that for a wow factor.

Colours (Narrative)

Colours make up the world. Without colours we would be nothing but well...nothing! There are billions upon billions of different colours. Other than the seven colours of the rainbow, there is possibly a never-ending set of colours that you can choose from. Most of us use colours to do things everyday such as watching television, putting together puzzles, and writing a very long and detailed essay. If we couldn't see colours we wouldn't be able to tell if it's sunny or dark outside or if the fields are green or brown. Colours are so important that without it I wouldn't know what I would be typing right now…

Every colour that has ever been discovered is different. Although it may look strikingly similar, even the smallest alterations to a colour can form a brand new colour. Especially in the eyes of an artist, colours are the first thing they would think of when painting, drawing, sculpting and etc. Most famous artists really know their colours and thanks to their knowledge, they have created masterpieces that only they could create. In order for an artist to create such masterpieces, he/she must come up with a brand new never before seen combination of colours which is almost impossible these days to colour said painting. A colour so specific, that it could take months and even years to find and not to mention using that colour in a proper painting.      

How can we see without colours? I’m not sure how but even the colours white and black are a colours which is why technically, people who can only see black and white can see colours. My guess is that blind people are the only people that cannot see colours because they can’t even open their eyes in the first place. While some people see the same colour, others may see a different colour. Is my green the same green that you see? Is your red the same red that I see? I don’t know. There are possibilities that we were taught from young that your red is my green and my green is your red. It’s mind-boggling to think that your eyes and my eyes see exactly the same colour but at the same time isn’t.

Besides all those theories, colours can be associated with memories. For instance, whenever I see the bright orange sunset it reminds me of the beach and all the memories that were made as a child. This is probably why so many people go to art museums. Not just to admire the beautiful art, but to relive their lives in the form of colours in the paintings. On a different note, everyone has a favourite colour. People usually use their favourite colour(s) to wear or to write with. They may purchase items with their favourite colour on it. My favourite colour is red. There is no specific reason why, it’s just a really nice colour.

In my opinion, colours are what make everything possible. Without colours we would cease to exist. The possibility of a universe with no colour is a universe I wouldn’t want to be a part of. We have already obtained so many colours yet there are so many colours that we have not even discovered yet. One day we may even discover the meaning of a colour…

Flashback

It was a few years ago in the middle of March, my father had came back from work with a package from his office. The package was about the size of a shoe box and was wrapped with a lot of duct tape. He said with a serious face, not to touch the package until the start of school holidays or else he would hide the TV remote from me and my siblings for a month. He placed the package in the middle of the coffee table and went upstairs to get ready for bed. My siblings didn't really care about what was in the package. However, I was very peculiar of it. I really wanted to see what he had brought back from work. As a child, I couldn't sleep that night. The very thought of it kept me awake. When I woke the next morning, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to see if the package was still there. My family was there having their breakfast on the coffee table where the package was and it was still there. No one was bothered by the package but me. As my father was leaving the house he said that I could have the honor of opening the package. I realized that I would have to suffer a year of waiting and watching the package just sit there everyday. After a month of impatience, I decided to ease my pain by writing down the endless possibilities of what it could be. Every single day I would write down a word in my writing book. I would write down things that would fit in a shoe box. They comprised of toys, gadgets, jewelry, and well, shoes. After many months, there was just one week left of waiting. I was extremely happy and relieved that my agonizing thoughts are finally over. For 7 days straight I didn't shower, eat junk food, watch television and talk to my siblings. A day before judgement day, my father gave me a pair of scissors and told me to wait till midnight to open it. For the entire day I was holding the pair scissors wherever I went, even to the toilet. When the bell rang and the teacher let me go, I ran all the way home. I ran through 3 red lights without looking both ways. When I finally got home, I sat on the couch, one eye on the clock, one eye on the package. It was painful to watch but I was determined to stay awake. I didn't eat anything for the rest of the day. THIRTY minutes before midnight, I told my whole family to wear nice clothes while watching me open the package. TEN minutes to go! All I wore was long pants (can't remember why). For the last FIVE seconds, everyone counted down. I was gripping on to the pair of scissors as if it was a key to unlock the gates of heaven. I was sweating  for every second of tearing open the package. When I had reached the core of the package, I opened it. Then and there, I saw with my own two eyes, the moment of truth. The package had nothing but rocks in it. My whole family was laughing at me and my father was laughing the loudest. At that very moment, I learned something. My father, was the greatest f**king troll that ever lived.