Length - 100 words
Written for the competition theme 'White'.
* Won a place on the 'Highly Commended' list!
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Conception
I may not have happened yet, but I am not nothing. I live
shackled in boundless white because you have not yet granted me any colour. A
white of beginning, unlike black's end, that place where all has been explored
to exhaustion. I could be the making of you, a streak of yellow that leads the
way. Although equally, I won't lie, though I might, I could be your undoing, a
sorrowful blue or ruinous red. I could fall somewhere in the middle, or be a
mix of all three. I could be anything, if only you'd set me free.
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