From @sharasekaram:
Black and white. Ebony and ivory. Cream and ash. Him and her. You and me. This is the story of how opposites attract. How two people from two completely different worlds, find themselves bound together by that one force – love. Love can make two worlds collide, but does that also mean destruction is imminent?
From @BatmanEarth12:
I am supposed to see blue and gold halos, but the only thing I am seeing now are black & white lines like the kind you find behind packets of Oreo.
Even acid cant quench my emptiness.
Why do I want to be normal? Is it because the other angels are calling me an abomination?
Its not my fault that I am a Nephilim.
From @gillian.nair:
You're sad and insignificant
You're lonely and fragile
You're broken and withdrawn
You're unforgiving
You're black. The darkest colour of your heart.
You're lonely dark soul.
You're alone and fucked up.
You're not 50 shades of grey
You're white and pure.
Honest and content.
You're mine.
From @AntonyCF:
This world is not black and white my child - a dying father.
He saw both black and white in her eyes - looking at his daughters eyes
Black and White, opposite polars of the same line! Just like you and me - two brothers
Once white, now black, evil times are upon us - said the tribes chief
From @shamsmakkiya:
The two thick friends,
Known as bridge jumpers,
Wagered a fortune.
Headed for the millionaire's row.
Sat majestically.
The flag dropped.
Their eyes were fixed on the black and white.
Tension rised.
Ended in a dead heat.
No!
Deemed the photo finish.
The black captured the win.
Anger emanated.
Money does break the fragile bonds.
From Saumya Fernando:
She sat down with her steaming coffee and relaxed her painful right leg on the stool nearby balancing the album on her lap. Taking a deep breath while opening it with her shaky hand, she read; Our Wedding. Her favourite black and white photograph. If only life had been as simple and clear as this.
From theshadowseeker:
Sun tanned skin covered partially by the white shirt and white flowing trousers. His black hair whisked up by the sea breeze as he walks barefoot, feet sinking into the sand. I dip into the pools of black within white that are his eyes. Explosions of colour within me, warm wet and undeniable.
From kahlusudda:
white teeth / yellow teeth / coffee stains / nicotine // white paper / brown paper / cellotape / book covers // yellow weather / brown leather / red floor / white socks // blue shorts / black socks / purple bruise / orange juice // blu-tack / white cap / red hat / black cat // straw hat / thatched roof / thunder bucket // under kitchen / table sink // black hole / white eyes // black whole / white eyes
From @wikifreakz:
The king was diagnosed with a brain tumour.
*
A prophecy claimed that a talisman buried under an ancient reservoir would bring him longevity.
Several black magic rituals were performed. Billions spent on excavations.
Meanwhile the rebels criticized 'It's just another white elephant'.
*
Months later..
Something miraculous happened.
The tests confirmed:
'HE hasn't got ANY!'
From @ Mari_deSilva:
On again, off again, they never fully got each other out of their systems. Now with different partners, they were good friends, comfortable and sincere. After a few drinks, he just wanted to hold her hand...ruffle her hair - nothing more. As his partner looked on from afar, she shifted uneasily, but didn't pull away.
From @PennyKinned:
Sunday morning is all about those black-and-white sheets.
Sitting on the porch with a pile of unread newspapers from the week, sipping hot masala chai. Reading in companionable silence. Rustle-rustle-rustle. Occasionally swapping stories. “Listen to this…” Cutting out adverts and articles for family and friends. Snip-snip.
It’s perfection. So…no news app for me, thanks.
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