vignette

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:

brown

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

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[marycatelli]

"Brown is wild," said Nico. "Animals. Earth."
"Good or evil," said Phoebe from the shadowed corner. "Can help. Can tear us to pieces."
Nico flinched.
"Only if we let him," said Margery fiercely.
"The best way to keep him from tearing anyone to pieces is to avoid him," said Corridon.

[marycatelli]

With the leaves only hints of yellow, red, and green on the branches, the forest was brown. It did not make spotting the spring flowers easy, not with the thickness of the brush. Minette felt lucky when she saw green; she never saw blossoms' color until on top of them.

[marycatelli]

"That get up," muttered Beatrice.
"Bright colors are essential," said Northstar, despite his own stark black and white costume. "We have to see at a glance who is there. Brown is too drab, even for people with animal powers. Hers? Why shouldn't she wear primary colors? It won't mislead anyone."

[marycatelli]

The child was so grubby that her face and hair were as brown as her hair. Illys's mouth set, looking at her leg. Mere healing would not work here. She knelt. If this were congenial, they would need a stronger spell than she could work. Though she could ease it.

[marycatelli]

"There's a bear down there," said Aidan. He fought for his breath.
"There are a lot of bears around the mountains," said Robert, without looking up.
"Most are brown, not blue."
The camp site went silent.
"I won't take on a brown one alone, but definitely not a blue one."

[marycatelli]

The hawk was brown. For a moment, Rosine wondered what sort of patina they had given the metal, to make it such a shade, but then it gave its metallic scream, and she shot her arrow before she could discover whether they had given those metallic feathers a sharp edge.

[jbellinger]

"He's having a fit because we weren't reading The Color Kittens exactly at sundown."
Bill sighed. "I'm not looking forward to daylight savings time changes." He looked in the pen jar. "Where are all the pencils?"
"Beside the radiator, I think. He sorted them again." She gestured down the hall. "I think I finally figured out his rule--it's by the amount of eraser left."

[jbellinger]

"Uh oh!" Barney yelped.
"Don't be shrill!" Tim warned. "Remember, talk slowly and low."
"But if it attacks, are we supposed to play dead or not?"
"Talk slowwwlly," Tim waved his arms about. "Don't run. Don't panic. Step sideways in unison with me."
The bear came closer, and snapped its jaws.
"Which kind do we play dead with?" Barney pled.

[jbellinger]

Brown was supposed to always a safe, neutral choice for your robe. Ha!

Nobody had visited the planet in centuries. The gaudily clad people in the disembarking station looked at Beyl as though he were undressed.

"I lost the bet," he told the nearest couple. They laughed, and the laughter spread. It was more attention than was safe, but at least they weren't suspicious anymore. They might even be friendly.

[marycatelli]

clever!