Hey I was wondering what you guys would think of these intros for short stories. My English teacher said I had to do an intro for character and one for setting so I did these really weird stuff and it is rather interesting. Comments would be appreciated!
(not sure if the formatting will come out right)
Story Intros
Character:
Aloneness hangs tantalising, pale orange, slipping, fading. Rein in the red-shift. He tolls the iron bell, clarity unfolded. Dub the mix, mix the dub, purple obscures his heart. He is still yelling, angry sea greenblue. Through the clear blue seas, desperation; he learns the true secrets of nothing. Dark-white; empty-matter; energy that all adds up. All adds up. All up adds. Up all adds. Adds all up. Up up up. Down-up-ness. Nothing-matter. Fake. Nothing lies beneath so we stick it in the dub-mix. He still stands alone, mic-like, dreaming, daring to wish. Falls inward, onward. In, out, out, in. Upwards, outwards. Up and out. Supernovae! Can’t get bigger, but he is not there. Bleak, cold, sterile white. So inwards again we spiral.
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
QUARK! Can’t get further, edge of reason. Clear crystal blue, looking through. There! Edge of sight, edge of conciousness, Nothing! There he is! Deepest blue, obscured by a purple cloud. He wants to break his chains, but has not the will. Dreams of pale orange, pale, paler, palest. Fake.
Setting:
Orange, fading. A sense of luminous green, but otherwise bleak. Switch the mix; mix the switch. Take it back, blue a bit. Welcome to the Pale Orange Arcade. Hanging purple, decrepit from a rotting wall covered in water-ruined posters. Peeling from the wall in droves, we step inside. Pale orange pervades the senses immediately, masking a noxious, threatening crimson. Glares sharp as a cut-throat razor pierce the gloom like a million lasers. Falling to the ground, retching from the onslaught of hostile redblack. Crimson spills and is hastily covered by pale orange. Steal a glimpse, don’t let them catch you. Take a drink, feel the dark blue. In a corner, fiery red. On the dance floor, frenetic greenbluepurple. And at the edge, almost invisible, precious rainbow. Welcome to the Pale Orange Arcade.
EDIT - the formatting on the first one isn't actually as it should be, the bit that goes inward, onward... is supposed to be arranged in an arrow.
(not sure if the formatting will come out right)
Story Intros
Character:
Aloneness hangs tantalising, pale orange, slipping, fading. Rein in the red-shift. He tolls the iron bell, clarity unfolded. Dub the mix, mix the dub, purple obscures his heart. He is still yelling, angry sea greenblue. Through the clear blue seas, desperation; he learns the true secrets of nothing. Dark-white; empty-matter; energy that all adds up. All adds up. All up adds. Up all adds. Adds all up. Up up up. Down-up-ness. Nothing-matter. Fake. Nothing lies beneath so we stick it in the dub-mix. He still stands alone, mic-like, dreaming, daring to wish. Falls inward, onward. In, out, out, in. Upwards, outwards. Up and out. Supernovae! Can’t get bigger, but he is not there. Bleak, cold, sterile white. So inwards again we spiral.
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
onward,
inward,
QUARK! Can’t get further, edge of reason. Clear crystal blue, looking through. There! Edge of sight, edge of conciousness, Nothing! There he is! Deepest blue, obscured by a purple cloud. He wants to break his chains, but has not the will. Dreams of pale orange, pale, paler, palest. Fake.
Setting:
Orange, fading. A sense of luminous green, but otherwise bleak. Switch the mix; mix the switch. Take it back, blue a bit. Welcome to the Pale Orange Arcade. Hanging purple, decrepit from a rotting wall covered in water-ruined posters. Peeling from the wall in droves, we step inside. Pale orange pervades the senses immediately, masking a noxious, threatening crimson. Glares sharp as a cut-throat razor pierce the gloom like a million lasers. Falling to the ground, retching from the onslaught of hostile redblack. Crimson spills and is hastily covered by pale orange. Steal a glimpse, don’t let them catch you. Take a drink, feel the dark blue. In a corner, fiery red. On the dance floor, frenetic greenbluepurple. And at the edge, almost invisible, precious rainbow. Welcome to the Pale Orange Arcade.
EDIT - the formatting on the first one isn't actually as it should be, the bit that goes inward, onward... is supposed to be arranged in an arrow.
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