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The day is as monochrome as the old family portrait that hangs in the hall. It's as if the colour was sucked out of the world in the night and replaced only with greyscale.

By tinaray5, October 30, 2014.
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Under the low ceiling of thunder cloud the city appears as if etched by soft graphite pencil. The bone-chilling rain blows in at an angle, blurring my vision, everything is smudged. The sidewalks, the concrete skyscrapers and the well worn tarmac are always grey, but today the people and the trees are too.

By lisarachel, October 30, 2014.
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The grey of the wall was diffuse and mottled, like sun on a storm cloud. Garrick ran his hands over the surface, silent, face unreadable. He knocked the lighter parts with his knuckles, then the darker regions. Weakness. He was looking for the weakest point to focus the strike...

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The door was the grey of unburnished silver, dull and spotted with years of water damage. Where there should have been some fancy matching handle was only a square shaft of dark cold metal. Mac closed his fingers around it to twist but they simply slipped over the coarse edges and came away blackened...

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In the mud lay a glimpse of metal, the grey of tarnished silver - not all the way to black but instead a patina of many shades. Tamsin bent to remove it from the dirt, a cup of sorts with no handle or stem. With the hem of her shirt she rubbed it clean before stowing it in her pack.

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misty grey

By nancy.higginbottom, October 30, 2014.
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shadowy grey

By nancy.higginbottom, October 30, 2014.
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grey the color of twilight shadows

By nancy.higginbottom, October 30, 2014.