Orange (7/10)

His lit the cigaret and took a long drag. The end turned a bright orange. This orange he was accustom to. Day after day that orange glow hung out of his lips. It was a comfort more than addiction. That's what he told himself at least. 

The glow was mesmerizing, when he was lost in thought. Or lack of, as the situation at hand was. Staring at the flickering orange glow of the burning cigaret he allowed his mind to become blank. 

It allowed him to forget how useless he was. How he had let his friends down. How he was stuck here in this hospital bed, unable to use his legs anymore. How that one fight had changed his life forever. 

That glowing cigaret allowed him to forget. 

Blue (6/10)

The day she doned the blue uniform her life changed. She became a pawn for the government. Her skills with guns, especially as a sniper caught the attention of some higher officials. She was sent to war. 

She can never forget all the people she shot down, all in name of a pointless war. A rebellion that should have never started. A rebellion that killed so many innocent people. She shot many of those innocent people, by commanding orders. 

She also met him at the war. Another more powerful pawn. 

She became his lieutenant. The one to watch over and protect him, all the while knowing if he was going to become a traitor she would be the one to pull the trigger. 

He made her strong, in return she made him strong. The blue uniform she has to wear, the uniform that has doomed her fate to service.

It gave her the thing she now wishes to protect for the rest of her life. 

Pink (5/10)

Maes Hughes was a doting father and loving husband. Everyone knew that, unfortunately. He had an overwhelming tendency to show anyone, that did mean anyone with in arms reach, pictures of his daughter and wife. He had a smile that sucked everyone in and once you got past the annoyance you noticed that he made you feel comfortable. Warm and content. A pink haze if you will. That was the perfect color to describe his personality: pink. 

Of course if you ever said it aloud it might set him off on another tangent on how adorable his daughter looks in pink. 

But that's all in the past. His smile, his fatherly-ness, his surprisingly cunning attitude was all in the past. All six feet under after that day. That day he discovered something she should not have. Something at got him killed. 

All that's left are those fuzzy, pink memories. 

Hughes' pink personality. 

Forever lingering. 

Black (4/10)

How could one single moment destroy an entire life? How could I lose everything I cared for in a blink of an eye? How could God do this to me? Why...why did I have to suffer so? Why did that man, that man who enjoyed to kill so much, kill my family? My brother. My mother. My father. Friends, neighbors. All dead. Because of him.

Why? How is it in a sudden flash of white my entire world turned black? 

That's all that's left now. A bit of black where my heart once was. Those who cause this much pain to me, to my people must pay. That is all that's left in this black heart of mine.

Revenge. 

Green (3/10)

He hated them. He hated them so much. Why did humans bother him so much? Probably because he envied them. He didn't want to, so he manupliated them. He made them turn on each other, made their hearts turn black. He made then kill each other so they wouldn't have what he envied so much. 

Their strong love and friendships. No matter how hard he tried to deny it is what he wanted most. He hated them, he hated himself for how weak he was. It wasn't fair that they got what he desired so much. What he yearned for with his entire corrupted soul. 

He couldn't help it. He was envious. 

He was Envy. 

Purple (flash fiction 2/10)

He had done it. He had escaped from his flask; but, why did he still feel so trapped? He had so much power. So much power that a mere human would collapse under the pressure. He wouldn't collapse, he was above those pitiable beings, those ants. 

Envy burned in his chest, soon greed followed. He frowned, if he was above those ants he should be above their pathetic feelings. 

He started working. He started ridding his feelings by creating physical representations of them. Pride was the first to go. His first child. He instructed the being, his child, to call him Father. The being obeyed. 

Envy came after, then Greed, Sloth, Lust, and Gluttony. Wrath was last. They all stared at him with expectant purple eyes. Purple eyes that contained the emotions, the urges he longed to be rid of. They were his pawns now, his children. He would do with them as he pleased. 

He was their Father after all. The Father of the purple eyes beings. 

White (Flash Fiction 1/10)

He was everything. He made up everything. He was in control of everything. He was the Truth.
He was tired. He was bored. Always existing while watching the world turn slowly beneath him was absolutely boring. Nothing ever excited him. The pitiful humans were boring. They were his play things, but he was so bored that he couldn't think of anyway to torture them. He looked around his realm. His white realm. Nothing except him existed here. It was boring, all so damn borning. He lay there staring at nothing, too bored to even watch the world. He wished he knew how to die, so someone else could take over his exsistence. Then they could be bored, instead of him. They could hold the power and knowledge of the universe, instead of him. They could be bored to death in his stead.
Suddenly there was a knock at the gate of the universe. He, Truth, had a visitor. He smiled, maybe things would finally become interesting.