Swamp Chameleon

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


222 word flash fiction.

Submitted: April 24, 2018

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Down at the Salt Marsh edge, decaying into oblivion yet pleasantly situated, there sat a small creature. It was wishing to be like to the others. Green was its color.

Its shape was a horribly violent contortionist snarling. It felt loathsome and oppressed only to be an illustrated musing for nightmares. It dipped its toes into the water. Blue became its color.

It could suspend in air, and death was never a refuge for its daring complicated misery. Floating over the marsh, Yellow became its color.

There were not many who would acknowledge the contradiction, but the few that had, bestowed a banishing charge in which the creature had taken up. Red became its color.

"Inform me" - it prescribed to the void of its existence, "Tell me of the Truth and name their Autumn fallen Names," it asked of the boggy saline swamp. Orange became its color.

With a purpose of renewing its inferiority brought upon by others, it  danced across the darkened scummy surface of discarded jealous accusations. Violet became its color.

As the surface of the water drew its vengeance up between the toes of the creatures wallowed derision,  it heard a half-muttering far off in the distance, chanting for a scrutinized sacrifice. Indigo became its color.

Sinking down, the creature finally saw the spectrum of its grey scale existence.

 

 

 

 

 

 




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