Once Upon a time, there was a town in black and white. The
town only knew of black and white, and never experienced color. Everything was
in black out white, the sky, the sun, the trees and flowers, the houses and
cars. For so many years the town knew that black and white would forever be
their fate. However, there was one curious and adventurous resident of the
town. Her name was Posie and she spent majority of her life searching for the
source of color. Rainbows are the only source of color. Wherever their ends
land bring the colors with them. She had heard of rainbows and how they
appeared after storms. She was so obsessed and consumed of the idea of color
she would dream about them every night. In her dreams everything was bright and
bold. Her town would boast with radiant shades of every color of the rainbow.
She was determined to make this dream a reality. One night a huge storm came
over, Posie stayed up all-night and prayed for a rainbow. She waited for the
sun to come up and when it finally did she ran outside as fast as she could. There
it was. The moment she had dreamed about was right there in front of her. The
end of the rainbow was just a block away. She jumped on her bike and rode to
the end of the rainbow. She reached out to touch the rainbow and while
submerging her hand into the rainbow, there was color!!! She picked up the
rainbow and tied it around her neck like a cape. Then she was off, riding through
every street and alley she could. Everything the rainbow touched turned to
color! The people of the town ran outside in awe! Posie wasn’t that crazy after
all! The town celebrated and partied for the months to follow, all thanks to a
dreamer of color!
Bibliography: Tejas Legends: When the Rainbow Was Torn
Story source: When the Storm God Rides: Tejas and Other Indian Legends retold by Florence Stratton and illustrated by Berniece Burrough (1936).
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Bibliography: Tejas Legends: When the Rainbow Was Torn
Story source: When the Storm God Rides: Tejas and Other Indian Legends retold by Florence Stratton and illustrated by Berniece Burrough (1936).
Hey Madee,
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading your story and liked how you took the typical rainbow and made it a vital component of your story. Typically, I think of the end of the rainbow having a pot of gold, but I like what you did with this. I really liked how you described her grabbing the rainbow and wearing it like a cape also. Great job on this story and looking forward to seeing what else you write up.
Hey Madee!
ReplyDeleteI think you've written a really fun lullaby style story here. It is reminiscent of a story you would tell a child not just to lull them to sleep, but to inspire their love of art and color. The only downside to its construction is that the beginning and end both feel very repetitive, and the jump to the ending feels somewhat odd.
Hey Madee,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your story. The girl in the story is truly optimistic about finding the source of color, and I love that. The feeling she felt when she was coloring everything in town with the rainbow must have been incredible. I am so glad I am not colorblind, and I feel for those that are. Color is one of the most incredible things we have if you think about it.
Brady
Hello, Madee!
ReplyDeleteI really like your story! I am not sure how I would fare in a world that is predominately black and white and generally colorless. Right now, when I see a rainbow, I generally just take a glance and think “oh, that’s pretty” and then continue on my way. If rainbows were the only source of color, then I am certain I would appreciate them a whole lot more!