Sunshine Challenge 2: Orange
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icecheetahFrom Sunshine Challenge 2
Prompt 2: Orange
Orange is a warm color that is associated with a variety of things including: excitement, vitality, invincibility, speed, vigilance, dedication, loyalty, family, success, friendship, power, change, harvest, and warmth.
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over. — F. Scott Fitzgerald
Orange can be the warm sunrise after after the darkest night. It can be the bountiful harvest at the end of your hard work. When was a time where dedication and vigilance have reaped their rewards? What future harvests excite you?
In which Cinderella's tale continues... .
Part 1
The walls in this village were smooth and painted. Coloured and covered in intricate shapes, not one of them alike, though it seemed that they were all built of orange clay. Some of the houses were still being painted. The voices of many sang from the houses. Joyous. Inviting. Strange.
Cinderella, walking through the streets, wondered how they all sounded so warm. No yells. No arguments.
A young girl, wearing a red cloak ran to her, her dark, cloud like hair bouncing with every step. "Visitor! Visitor! Where are you from? Are you gunna stay? You're not a Princess right? Are you gonna help harvest the-"
"Thandi!" An older woman, clothed in an elaborate orange dress with patterns much like those on the houses, called out and approached. "Don't just run to strangers like that!"
With an elated shriek, Thandi ran back to that woman. They linked their hands, Thandi said something, and approached Cinderella.
"I'm sorry," The woman said, with a rich voice, "My daughter, she's always like this. No matter how much I warn her."
"I can tell she's good!" Thandi piped up.
Cinderella smiled. And she leaned down to stare Thandi in the eye. "Your mum's right. How do you know I'm not a child eating monster?"
"You don't look like a monster!"
"RAAARRR!!" Cinderella held her hands like claws and bared her teeth. "YOU JUDGED BAD THIS DAY!"
Shrieking, then giggling, Thandi ran behind her mother.
And Cinderella stood... .
And Thandi said, "See? You're not bad! You just pretended to be!"
Both Cinderella and Thandi's mother groaned. The lesson would have to come another day.
It was time to move on from that. Thandi's mother stood up, tall and imposing now. "So. Who are you, and what brings you here?"
"Cinderella, and I was told I could find a place to stay, Ms... ?"
"Architect."
Did she build this place?
The Architect turned. "Follow me. There is one house that has space. If you want to stay long, I'm sure you can find someone to work for-"
Work. Right. The words continued to flow, but Cinderella did not hear. No matter what, there's always work.
She expected that.
She-
Something went bumph against her legs, and she looked down to see Thandi, face first into them.
"Can you fight? Maybe-"
"Thandi! Let go of her!"
Thandi jumped back, sticking her tongue out. "Come play with me later Suh..su... ELLA!" And she ran off.
"I didn't say... ." Thandi's mother sighed and shook her head. "Never mind. We're here." The Architect knocked on the door of a house that showed more of the orange clay of which it was built, through a lack of paint, and called: "Selene, you have a new lodger."
And out stepped a young woman with hair like strands of moonlight.
She smiled.
Prompt 2: Orange
Orange is a warm color that is associated with a variety of things including: excitement, vitality, invincibility, speed, vigilance, dedication, loyalty, family, success, friendship, power, change, harvest, and warmth.
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over. — F. Scott Fitzgerald
Orange can be the warm sunrise after after the darkest night. It can be the bountiful harvest at the end of your hard work. When was a time where dedication and vigilance have reaped their rewards? What future harvests excite you?
In which Cinderella's tale continues... .
Part 1
The walls in this village were smooth and painted. Coloured and covered in intricate shapes, not one of them alike, though it seemed that they were all built of orange clay. Some of the houses were still being painted. The voices of many sang from the houses. Joyous. Inviting. Strange.
Cinderella, walking through the streets, wondered how they all sounded so warm. No yells. No arguments.
A young girl, wearing a red cloak ran to her, her dark, cloud like hair bouncing with every step. "Visitor! Visitor! Where are you from? Are you gunna stay? You're not a Princess right? Are you gonna help harvest the-"
"Thandi!" An older woman, clothed in an elaborate orange dress with patterns much like those on the houses, called out and approached. "Don't just run to strangers like that!"
With an elated shriek, Thandi ran back to that woman. They linked their hands, Thandi said something, and approached Cinderella.
"I'm sorry," The woman said, with a rich voice, "My daughter, she's always like this. No matter how much I warn her."
"I can tell she's good!" Thandi piped up.
Cinderella smiled. And she leaned down to stare Thandi in the eye. "Your mum's right. How do you know I'm not a child eating monster?"
"You don't look like a monster!"
"RAAARRR!!" Cinderella held her hands like claws and bared her teeth. "YOU JUDGED BAD THIS DAY!"
Shrieking, then giggling, Thandi ran behind her mother.
And Cinderella stood... .
And Thandi said, "See? You're not bad! You just pretended to be!"
Both Cinderella and Thandi's mother groaned. The lesson would have to come another day.
It was time to move on from that. Thandi's mother stood up, tall and imposing now. "So. Who are you, and what brings you here?"
"Cinderella, and I was told I could find a place to stay, Ms... ?"
"Architect."
Did she build this place?
The Architect turned. "Follow me. There is one house that has space. If you want to stay long, I'm sure you can find someone to work for-"
Work. Right. The words continued to flow, but Cinderella did not hear. No matter what, there's always work.
She expected that.
She-
Something went bumph against her legs, and she looked down to see Thandi, face first into them.
"Can you fight? Maybe-"
"Thandi! Let go of her!"
Thandi jumped back, sticking her tongue out. "Come play with me later Suh..su... ELLA!" And she ran off.
"I didn't say... ." Thandi's mother sighed and shook her head. "Never mind. We're here." The Architect knocked on the door of a house that showed more of the orange clay of which it was built, through a lack of paint, and called: "Selene, you have a new lodger."
And out stepped a young woman with hair like strands of moonlight.
She smiled.
