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February 24, 2012
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Walls. Big, lifeless, grey-coloured walls. She hated them. And she was trapped inside them. They said it was her own wrong doing  that had  sent her to that place. It was a crime, they pronounced, to dance  with words.

Words...they were the  huntress  of the powerful...and the weapon of the dreamers.

Her stomach lurched in protest, dragging her out of her reverie. Two weeks had passed since the last time she had something to eat. A guard walked into her cell, left a tray at her feet and left. No words were exchanged. Not even a pitiful look. His eyes were  vacant and she felt no surprise as she saw the grey tinge surrounding his pupils.

Those walls...

She ran her hand on their surface, feeling the smoothness of the cold cement. There was a time, she remembered, when she could destroy walls with the power of words.

She could see them, her words, permanently marked upon the grey flesh. They were scars, the ugly marks on  haven's face. She could see them dancing in front of her...

'Change' was dressed in bright green, its curvy letters making it a seductive sight.

'Fight' glowed in fiery red, its orange flames consumming its prey. 

'Dream' floated in the middle of a purple cloud, its swayed letters capable of inducing one's mind into flying  a higher place...


The sound of the door opening pulled her back. There was the guard, holding the food tray. He sauntered towards her and deposited it carefully on the floor. 

The moment he entered, she knew there's something different in the air. She examined his face. He wasn't the same guard as before. He was rather young, with eyes that seemed to twinkle mischievously. There was no grey tinge in them, but a lively blue. Without any word, he walked out of the cell and closed the door. Her ears might  had betrayed her, but  she could have sworn she heard him giggle as he walked out. 

She looked at the tray and lifted the miserable lump of bread. A marker lied beneath it. Her fingers clutched around it and her face cracked into a smile...

She got up and turned around to face the wall behind her. The marker danced upon its surface with graceful movements and pirouettes. Carefully, she filled the empty canvas and stood back, waiting for its magic to work...

'Freedom' towered in front of her, with wings attached to its sides. She smiled as the words began to glow in blinding white, knowing that they would take her back.


This is my piece for :iconwriters--club: second round tournament! The theme is: Fighting for freedom. :D

Alright, time for my explanation.

I swear, I had several drafts of different ideas. In the end, I didn't like any.....and suddenly this popped into my mind!

This piece reflects my feelings about how nowadays words are easily degraded. Anyone can string them together, use them, and won't realize its power.

The grey's how I perceive people have become (most of them). They're dull, willing to follow their leader with no questions asked. It's as if most people aren't creative anymore, capable of thinking for themselves, and they allowe routine to slow them.

Oh, and the character.....I haven't really analyzed her. I can tell you for sure, she's a graffitti artist. I've always admired the graffittis I've seen around my city. They're not vulgar, they're true pieces of art.

I could make a more in-depth analysis....but I haven't eaten anything since 5 hours I should get going XD
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Bella-Dean Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012
This is a very interesting piece that somehow I missed when looking through the second round entries over at #Writers--club.
This just comes down to personal preference, but the extra spaces between words throws me off. Not enough to take away from the story, just slightly. Like I said, it's a personal pereference thing and in the end you need to be the one most pleased.
I really liked the use of color. I think that got your point regarding the dull v. the wordsmiths across well. And I also agree that people neglect the power behind words too often now.
Sayuri14 Featured By Owner Nov 25, 2012  Student Writer
:) thanks for your comment. I didn't notice the spacing :s I use Word and then copypaste it on Stash, i didn't realize that the format changed. I'll fix it. :) yes, nowadays either words are ignored or misused.
TheElectricMonk Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2012
Really nice story! I loved it! It's simple yet powerful.
Sayuri14 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2012  Student Writer
thank you :) :hug: it's really simple, I know, I struggle with long stories, my imagination doesn't expand so much :P
reggar Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2012
The story is amazing! :)
Sayuri14 Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2012  Student Writer
thank you :D that lights up my day :)
reggar Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2012
:) No problem. Glad I could be helpful, for once.
And it was a real pleasure reading it. I especially liked the part with the winged "Freedom". Fitting. :D
VolkesWagondaOtaku Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2012  Student Writer
dawww <3 sweet story. you heard of Bansky? although his artworks tend to be more like newspaper cartoons, not decorated words, the theme's similar to this girl. [link] (check out #13)
Sayuri14 Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2012  Student Writer
oh my god.....THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHOWING ME THIS! I had never heard of him before.....but the man is a genius! a true visionary! I'm in love with his artwork, and's truly marvelous, thank you so much for sharing :) I got to say, #17 is my favorite
VolkesWagondaOtaku Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2012  Student Writer
XD pbbly the world's most loved criminal, and he's got a reason. Yup, said #13 cuz it suits your story most but #17's epic <333 Go Banksy!!!
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