Swamp Chameleon

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  No Houses


222 word flash fiction.




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.

 

 

 

 

 

 




Submitted: April 25, 2018

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SimonClemens

A bit indulgent, but I more or less enjoyed it.

Wed, April 25th, 2018 6:48am

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Thank you for enjoying it Simon, more or less !

Wed, April 25th, 2018 7:10pm

Serge Wlodarski

If you want to be like the others, grey is a good color.

Wed, April 25th, 2018 12:28pm

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Grey is a good color ! But, I do not want, and I do not need; spiritually speaking.
SO, my color becomes whatever the design of my creature feels, somewhere in between what is black and what is white, somewhere in between reality and perception. Right in the middle, where it doesn't belong.

Thanks Turbo !

Wed, April 25th, 2018 7:08pm

hullabaloo22

Gloriously colorful, Doc! An introduction to one fantastic creature!

Wed, April 25th, 2018 8:15pm

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Thank you Hully ! I wanted to write about a spectrum of colors: red orange yellow green blue indigo violet. Roy G Biv )
I found when I got to the end of it all, none of those colors meant anything as much seeing things in the grey, as not everything is so back and white.

Wed, April 25th, 2018 7:02pm

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