black - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
It was a strong black, deeply soulful in the way all absolute things are. It was the sort of black that brought the silent music of the universe so deeply within one's core.
In the black I could sense myself as a being of love, someone whose soul is a beacon to those seeking safe harbour. I could sense that energy within as a noble force, as something brave and eternal. It was as if in all that black, when all distractions fell away, I was the real me and that "me" is someone far greater and more loveable than I'd ever imagined.
In the black my soul was free. The black let my beauty radiate from within. It was as if for the first time I could feel my edges, my skin, as the if were the boundaries of the heaven I contain within. And so, if the black has stars or if it is pure in inky darkness, I am entirely myself.
The black before them had a velvet quality, like the air had been thickened somehow. Without an upwards glance Sherbet knew it was star speckled and cloudless. He glanced downward to the path he knew to be rocky by the feel under his stolen plimsoles to find that twilight was over, other than admiring the constellations above, his eyes were useless until the dawn.
Only an hour ago the blackness was absolute, but now the mist was visible, silvery. Against this backdrop the trees were silhouettes, still as an oil painting and darker than the ravens. Come mid-morning those infernal birds will be hopping in the branches, waiting for when the collectors haul their carts down the lane.
The black in that room was not a colour, it was nothing, a void. It caused the temperature to drop a few degrees even though the entire building was under one thermostatically controlled system. No-one went in there unless sent, it was a punishment of sorts, fail to please and be reassigned to Black Room duty. The weird part is that people go in for a whole day and come out thinking they were in there for ten minutes. Word is that it's some sort of research project, but I don't think so, I think it's how the CEO finds fun in a world where she can buy anything...
His hair was the black of over-washed cloth, the kind that was worn and beaten. In one so young it made little sense, but then to go with those matte locks was the skin of an old man, not wrinkled but dull with an almost powdery sheen.
as black as night shadows on deep waters.
Black is an underestimated colour…it is the absence of colour…but at the same time it holds secrets that not even we can imagine. The fear of the unknown is the bane of humans and that unknown is hidden within black, hence the hatred and fear of blackness.