Post by thepregnant doginwitch on Jan 11, 2006 23:18:59 GMT -5
Author's Note: This is supposed to be a children's story. It's very metaphorical and subtle in its meanings, which is how I wanted it. Please tell me what you think. If it doesn't make sense, good. Since when does Dr. Seuss make sense?
Purple sat alone.
He watched all of the other colors as they played.
The Reds and Oranges played games like Tag and Hide & Seek. The Yellows gossiped with the Pinks. The Blues played football, and the Greens played tennis.
But Purple was alone. There were no other shades of purple. No Lavender, no Maroon, not even a stray Indigo who leaned a little too closely to his side of the spectrum. No one.
Sometimes, Purple thought about going away to find other shades of purple. He knew it would make him happy. But he never went because he didn’t want to hurt his Red mother and his Blue father. They loved him, even though they wanted him to be a little more Blue.
Purple had no friends of other colors. Sometimes the Pinks were nice to him, but then they went back to their Yellow friends who told them mean things about him. It made him feel bad. The Reds and Oranges never paid him any attention. The Blues didn’t like him at all, and picked on him a lot because he never played sports. The Greens didn’t pick on him, but they still didn’t like him and sometimes egged the Blues on.
Purple didn’t want other color friends, though. He wanted purple friends like him. He often wished that a purple
friend would find him one day. He wished and wished and wished, every day for a long, long time.
One day, Mr. Cyan and Mrs. Dandelion were putting a sign in their front yard. It said “FOR SALE” in big red letters. Purple was happy, because their son was one of the meanest Greens around. But the loss of someone who didn’t like him didn’t make Purple happy enough.
After months, the house finally sold. He saw Miss Tangerine, the lady who was selling the house, pulling out the sign one day. A week later, he saw an unusual family going in the house with their belongings.
There was an Indigo man, a Hot Pink woman, their Rose daughter, and a dark blue son. Purple couldn’t tell what shade of blue the son was, because he kept changing.
At school the next day, Purple saw the dark blue again. It was at lunchtime, and the dark blue boy was sitting all alone, just like Purple. Purple was always shy, since so few colors liked him, but he decided to go and talk to the dark blue.
“Hello,” he said. “I’m Purple.”
“Hello, Purple.” The dark blue smiled.
“What color are you?” Purple asked, feeling somewhat bad for saying it like that.
“I’m not sure,” the dark blue said. “My dad wants me to be a Navy, but I don’t want to.”
“My dad wants me to be blue, too.” Purple felt bad for the dark blue. “What do you want to be.”
“I can’t decide. I think I want to be blue, but part of me wants to be…purple.”
Purple grinned.
“Will you be my friend, Purple? You’re the only purple color I’ve ever met.” The dark blue looked down at his tray, and was speaking softly.
“Of course I’ll be your friend,” Purple said. “And I’ll help you find your color.”
The two colors were best friends. Purple wasn’t lonely anymore, and the dark blue transformed into a radiant lavender and was happy with himself, and his new friend.
Brief, I know, and slightly rushed, but I don't want to drone on about how Purple helped his friend find his color, cuz then I'd have to reveal that they're boyfriends, which a lot of parents wouldn't like.
Purple sat alone.
He watched all of the other colors as they played.
The Reds and Oranges played games like Tag and Hide & Seek. The Yellows gossiped with the Pinks. The Blues played football, and the Greens played tennis.
But Purple was alone. There were no other shades of purple. No Lavender, no Maroon, not even a stray Indigo who leaned a little too closely to his side of the spectrum. No one.
Sometimes, Purple thought about going away to find other shades of purple. He knew it would make him happy. But he never went because he didn’t want to hurt his Red mother and his Blue father. They loved him, even though they wanted him to be a little more Blue.
Purple had no friends of other colors. Sometimes the Pinks were nice to him, but then they went back to their Yellow friends who told them mean things about him. It made him feel bad. The Reds and Oranges never paid him any attention. The Blues didn’t like him at all, and picked on him a lot because he never played sports. The Greens didn’t pick on him, but they still didn’t like him and sometimes egged the Blues on.
Purple didn’t want other color friends, though. He wanted purple friends like him. He often wished that a purple
friend would find him one day. He wished and wished and wished, every day for a long, long time.
One day, Mr. Cyan and Mrs. Dandelion were putting a sign in their front yard. It said “FOR SALE” in big red letters. Purple was happy, because their son was one of the meanest Greens around. But the loss of someone who didn’t like him didn’t make Purple happy enough.
After months, the house finally sold. He saw Miss Tangerine, the lady who was selling the house, pulling out the sign one day. A week later, he saw an unusual family going in the house with their belongings.
There was an Indigo man, a Hot Pink woman, their Rose daughter, and a dark blue son. Purple couldn’t tell what shade of blue the son was, because he kept changing.
At school the next day, Purple saw the dark blue again. It was at lunchtime, and the dark blue boy was sitting all alone, just like Purple. Purple was always shy, since so few colors liked him, but he decided to go and talk to the dark blue.
“Hello,” he said. “I’m Purple.”
“Hello, Purple.” The dark blue smiled.
“What color are you?” Purple asked, feeling somewhat bad for saying it like that.
“I’m not sure,” the dark blue said. “My dad wants me to be a Navy, but I don’t want to.”
“My dad wants me to be blue, too.” Purple felt bad for the dark blue. “What do you want to be.”
“I can’t decide. I think I want to be blue, but part of me wants to be…purple.”
Purple grinned.
“Will you be my friend, Purple? You’re the only purple color I’ve ever met.” The dark blue looked down at his tray, and was speaking softly.
“Of course I’ll be your friend,” Purple said. “And I’ll help you find your color.”
The two colors were best friends. Purple wasn’t lonely anymore, and the dark blue transformed into a radiant lavender and was happy with himself, and his new friend.
Brief, I know, and slightly rushed, but I don't want to drone on about how Purple helped his friend find his color, cuz then I'd have to reveal that they're boyfriends, which a lot of parents wouldn't like.