albino - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
I am albino, white on the outside and rainbow on the inside. I am the soul who always sees the future as a blank page, one of choices and possibilities. Under this snowy hair there is only warmth, and these pink eyes are shade of baby soft roses.
Being albino is a challenge I never would have picked, but who gets to pick? No-one chooses to be a freak, but we all get to be odd in our own little ways. I just get to be strange on the outside instead of walking in camouflage like the rest of society. But I've learned how to make it work for me, how to take what folks tell me is a disadvantage and make them envious that they aren't the same.
...Outside the familiar silhouettes are gone, evaporated by the still radiant early fall light, and replaced by the blurred images of the daytime. I reach for my glasses and put them on. They are a distinguishing feature I could do without, my white hair and skin is obvious enough, but they help me to tell the intentions of approaching people and up close I can tell enough to read the emotions on their faces...
...Ordinarily I would aim to get there in the thick of the unwashed masses. It’s the only time other people make me feel safer. Then I am one of many, hooded with sunglasses on. Either too early or late and my ray bands just make seem shifty, someone they’ll try to remember. Without the shades my pink irises are just something they’ll never forget. The only people who know me are my regular trades; Jake with the meat, Frankie with the flat bread. I almost never trade for fresh fruit, it’s almost as exorbitant as drugs. Anyone who buys it get’s followed home by the Happy Boys on the principle that buying such things means you are flush with goods. Without the sun-blocker I can choose between early or late. Early means optimistic traders with no incentive to haggle hard, evening at least tips the power to me.
I am clad in my usual black from head to toe, but tonight I will call by the park for mud. It is the only way to hide my pallid face until I can scavenge a dark balaclava. Every wisp of white hair is tucked into my beanie hat, should it come loose I’ll have to apply the dirt to it too. I should be almost invisible to even the keenest guard. Of course there is nothing I can do about my pink eyes, but with luck they’ll just appear scarily disembodied in the blackness.
The early fall has passed, it must be well into November now. The skies have been low and grey these past few days, the rain has fallen as thick as any I've ever seen. I know there has been a significant change when I notice things that have been out of mind since the previous winter. I notice the air; it is cold, drawing the heat from my skin and leaving me even paler than before. I notice each breath I take; the moisture from my lungs rising in thick plumes before me with each exhale. I notice that every drop of rain has the icy kiss of winter, a promise of the season the follow. And whilst the late fall and winter will bring harshness, I embrace it. Without the sun I can move with greater ease, the freedom is almost intoxicating,
Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by .
White as snow with glowing red eyes,
an albino never looked more wise.
Was it to adore or to fear,
with such animals, should we really be near.
Mutation destroyed it's nature,how will it survive?
With us humans ofcourse, can it stay alive.
Under the moonlight my hair shines whiter than a new page, only the sallow street-lamps give it a golden hue. My skin is almost vampire-esque against the black jacket and my pink eyes are so at home without the sharp light of the day. My grandmother's silver locket bounces on my chest with each step, a picture of my beloved inside for safe keeping. With him right there I am never truly alone and the night can never truly be dark.
My skin is so transparent I can trace my blood veins right through it. The new operations have given me better sight, with the visor plugged in I can see better than a normal person, even switch to tracking heat signatures if I want. I like that. Since night is my preferred time to be out and about it's fun to look at the world that way, all those warm bodies and engines off to party in the bars. My hair is so white I'm usually taken as a bleach-blonde, though sometimes my skin tips them off. I look like I grew in a laboratory somewhere rather as a child playing in the sun. I guess they're right in a way, I never did play in the sun, the moonlight had to be enough for me.