I was looking into the sky, sunset dawning the horizon. I couldn’t fathom the beauty I was witnessing, for this was a scientific miracle. The sun often changes colours, and tonight it wasn’t the usual orange or pink. No, tonight it was maroon. Not just a tinted red, no, it was a deep, luscious maroon. It was growing in size, blasting towards earth. This was it. This was the end. They’d predicted the apocalypse would occur billions of years from now. But no, it was happening tonight. And as the blasts of sun lit the horizon on fire, and blazed towards me, I held his hand tightly and whispered “I love you” before being engulfed in flame.
Jessy
The color maroon is so beautiful to me, the mixture of reds and yellows and oranges and shades of pink makes me feel insipired to relax and think peaceful thoughts. Its amazing how colors can create moods.
Shanda
The sea was sent a dark shade of maroon, as the captain’s precious wines cascaded across the deck. The frothing waves were representative of a really shitty story in the works, and were it not for the ‘last sentence’ aspect of the challenge, the torment drag itself out like a fresh, maroon blade.
James Barton
Jack Sparrow was marooned. He had dreads. Like Bob Marley. I love Marley. He’s an inspiration and a great activist. My brother wanted to name his son Marley. It’s a girls name. And a dogs.
They say everyone has a color, an energy that best represents them. My brother is yellow, he is bubbles and happy to the point of it being contagious. My sister is blue, she is calm and tranquil full of emotions and spirit. I am jealous of both of them because I don’t know what I am. I’m not mellow, or hyper. I’m not happy or sad. I am maroon.
The colour of socks that Ron hates the most…but also romantic in its own way. I’d love to be marooned on an island ut preferably with loads of coconut water and a man Friday to boot so that i dont need to move a muscle! Maroon is alsoa sordid kind of a colour, neither here nor there…
Shailaja Taparia
five
orange
blood
vladimir
sunset
school
robinson
bulldogs
velvet
juicy
rich’cool
dark
lovely
homely
enchanting
enriched
beautiful
dramatic
envious
fruitful
vivacious
evil
villainous
frightening
terrifying
cold
dark
riveting
powerful
royal
elegant
alyssa
I love the color maroon. It’s not red; it’s not purple. It’s warm and rich and just feels comfortable. Plus it’s what Bugs Bunny called some less than smart folks.
Cindy
Lidia brought the maroon shawl to me and placed it in my lap.
“This,” she said, “this is the reason why I can’t let him go. He gave this to me when we were young; it was his first gift to me. He told me it was made from the finest Chinese silk and that if taken care of properly, it would never decay; like our love.”
v. madrid
In her simple maroon dress and some light make-up, Sam has never looked more feminine and pretty. She looked truly radiant. She now smiles a smile that lights up the room. And of course, the class noticed.
Marooned on a desert island. The ideal that never happens, now. Perhaps it happened once, maybe if we look on all the islands in the pacific we will find pirate skeletons, and those of intrepid explorers who died of thirst or hunger when the romance wore off.
Maroon is the color hat Molly Weasley always made her Son Ronald’s jumpers out of. I think its a type of purpley brown. They never show it in the movies, so I wouldn’t know.
Blue
fight. fight. fight.
fight for air.
fight for terf.
fight for love.
fight for hate.
burn bridges you end up marooned on an island…completely alone.
maroon is the color of the minivan my parents owned when i was a child. This van is the first van i really remember and i liked sitting behind the drivers seat which is where my mom usually sat. One time the sliding door fell off when we were dropping my brother off.
kristeena
Maroon splattered the walls. No one saw this coming. I could feel myself fall to the floor. Maybe, when they see the puddle, see the smooth mess in my matted hair, maybe they’ll know. They’ll see what they’ve done.
Tara Kathleen
Is maroon a color or an insult? I like calling people maroons because that’s the way Bugs Bunny rolled and he did not tolerate nonsense from anyone.
camaroon baboon south africa cape of good hope cars feeding not allowed illegal tourists hollanders windmills cheese
kaaskopf
Caroline
i have no idea what that is.. but let’s write.. it sounds cute, so im guessing it is a cute little animal.. hope it is.. an animal that lives in the forest and hibernates and eats insects and can i change the word???
tatiana
Is maroon a color or an insult? I like calling people maroons because that’s the way Bugs Bunny rolled and he didn’t take shit from no body.
Jimmy Garrett
Maroon is the color of my blood as it spills onto the floor. You did this to me. You caused this liquid to flow. How does it feel? I hear the -plish plish- as it falls to the tiled floor, pooling in the dark red puddles. Its sad really, to think that I loved you this much to have such an effect on me.
TiEnya
the maroon mattress was something you don’t see everyday. it’s like a “blue moon” kind of thing, and it’s something that makes you really apreciate that not everything in this world is ordinary. usually, since the first time i took a breath into this world, ordinary things take up space. this maroon mattress contradicted that. when have you ever seen such a thing? i’ll tell you, never. i’ve never seen something more unique, even if it was only a mattres. baby steps into the uniquness of this world of ours that we live in.
Maroon is the color of his jacket, as he walks across the room. They stare at his openess, total lack of fear, and confidence. He reaches the punch bowl, dips in the spoon, and takes a sip.
Fedora
as the maroon spilled across the table
she couldn’t help remember the wine
they drank that first night
and all the promises they’d made,
and now what was once wine is now blood
sprayed across this linen tablecloth
like the aftermath of an exploded contract
ripping apart her soul.
Buddah Moskowitz
i don’t know what i’m doin in this world. it’s full of pleasyrees and greave
tobias
Everything, from the ceiling to the floor was painted in the cold maroon of death. If we had made it there soon everything would have been a fresh dark crimson red, but after hours of cooling in the mid of winter, the study was nothing more than a bloody gore for the police and I. They had me as a specialist to figure out what had dismantled the people that once sat in the clean room.
the colour of blood, the tears of a dream, passion and splendor and tragedy. heartbreak, sex, sensuality, dripping of fullness and infinite in depth.
Gabe
warm comforting colour that reminds me of christmas and winter time, pot pouri and cinnamon, warm jumpers and wrapping up from the cold
Libby
The maroon ship glided through the turquoise waters. There was a sence of descovery, of exitement about the crew. Unspoken, everyone knew that this trip was not going to be like the others…
mimi
She walked down the high street wearing her maroon dress. To some men the colour made her look old, but to others it made her look regal and honoured. Either way, Melissa was getting attention from men left, right and centre and she knew it.
i am a maroon because they are better then almonds. If i was a maroon id taste so good with white chocolate chips. Ive never been any good by myself, but with my friends: sugar, flour, eggs and chocolate, together, we make a pretty good ass cookie.
autumn
Maroon is the same word I wrote about yesterday. Only yesterday, my only answer was, “I don’ t know what a maroon is.” Now I know that it’s the color of red, like blood or crawfish almost. When I think about the word maroon, for some reason I think about seafood. I think about shrimp or some lobster or something that you would find while deep-sea fishing.
Allison
lost on your own
feel relived
life is easy
the air makes me
happy again
sophie
A colour and a biscuit. A blase colour that illicits no emotion from me bar one of tasting poor medicine as a child.
It sounds like it should be the name of a coat.
Jamie
Have you ever considered the color “maroon?” A shade of red, deepened as blood might be, carrying around a hint of rose in its hue. What a darkly depressing color, maroon. You might as well call it burgundy. Or mahogany. No, wait, that’s a wood, that wouldn’t work, would it?
No, it wouldn’t.
Joey
Sweater was maroon,
color of my memory.
Skin was honey,
the taste on my lips.
Sweet remembrance,
longing soul,
though they are lost now.
Forever in the depth of memory.
racoon, racoons are mean they bite and eat trash. they’re in my mommy’s backyard. she told me not to go back there because they were back there. that was during prom, prom wasn’t as much fin as i hoped it would be i didnt like my prom date im happy i dont have to talk to him anymore
The island was dark and quiet. The stillness almost suffocating. How long would she be marooned here? Out of the darkness came the sound of footsteps. Very carefully she picked up the spear that she had carved herself earlier that day. Standing ready, she listened as the sound came closer… Closer…”Abigail! Mom said it’s time to come in for dinner!” Abigail dusted of her apron and begun walking briskly across the field to the main house.
Sarah
the shade of curtains in your room
the shade of blood spilt on the carpet
Charissa Lacen-Tyson
Maroon is a colour. I’m not even sure which colour it is. The words are in purple, so maybe it’s purple. It might also be a purple-ish red, like a bruise. It’s also part of the name of a particularly forgettable band called Maroon 5, but that’s all I remember about them. Damn, who knew I knew so little about maroon? I suppose it could refer to the act of being marooned, e.g. “I intend to maroon myself on a small island”. But why intentionally?
I was looking into the sky, sunset dawning the horizon. I couldn’t fathom the beauty I was witnessing, for this was a scientific miracle. The sun often changes colours, and tonight it wasn’t the usual orange or pink. No, tonight it was maroon. Not just a tinted red, no, it was a deep, luscious maroon. It was growing in size, blasting towards earth. This was it. This was the end. They’d predicted the apocalypse would occur billions of years from now. But no, it was happening tonight. And as the blasts of sun lit the horizon on fire, and blazed towards me, I held his hand tightly and whispered “I love you” before being engulfed in flame.
The color maroon is so beautiful to me, the mixture of reds and yellows and oranges and shades of pink makes me feel insipired to relax and think peaceful thoughts. Its amazing how colors can create moods.
The sea was sent a dark shade of maroon, as the captain’s precious wines cascaded across the deck. The frothing waves were representative of a really shitty story in the works, and were it not for the ‘last sentence’ aspect of the challenge, the torment drag itself out like a fresh, maroon blade.
Jack Sparrow was marooned. He had dreads. Like Bob Marley. I love Marley. He’s an inspiration and a great activist. My brother wanted to name his son Marley. It’s a girls name. And a dogs.
They say everyone has a color, an energy that best represents them. My brother is yellow, he is bubbles and happy to the point of it being contagious. My sister is blue, she is calm and tranquil full of emotions and spirit. I am jealous of both of them because I don’t know what I am. I’m not mellow, or hyper. I’m not happy or sad. I am maroon.
The colour of socks that Ron hates the most…but also romantic in its own way. I’d love to be marooned on an island ut preferably with loads of coconut water and a man Friday to boot so that i dont need to move a muscle! Maroon is alsoa sordid kind of a colour, neither here nor there…
five
orange
blood
vladimir
sunset
school
robinson
bulldogs
velvet
juicy
rich’cool
dark
lovely
homely
enchanting
enriched
beautiful
dramatic
envious
fruitful
vivacious
evil
villainous
frightening
terrifying
cold
dark
riveting
powerful
royal
elegant
I love the color maroon. It’s not red; it’s not purple. It’s warm and rich and just feels comfortable. Plus it’s what Bugs Bunny called some less than smart folks.
Lidia brought the maroon shawl to me and placed it in my lap.
“This,” she said, “this is the reason why I can’t let him go. He gave this to me when we were young; it was his first gift to me. He told me it was made from the finest Chinese silk and that if taken care of properly, it would never decay; like our love.”
In her simple maroon dress and some light make-up, Sam has never looked more feminine and pretty. She looked truly radiant. She now smiles a smile that lights up the room. And of course, the class noticed.
Marooned on a desert island. The ideal that never happens, now. Perhaps it happened once, maybe if we look on all the islands in the pacific we will find pirate skeletons, and those of intrepid explorers who died of thirst or hunger when the romance wore off.
five
Maroon is the color hat Molly Weasley always made her Son Ronald’s jumpers out of. I think its a type of purpley brown. They never show it in the movies, so I wouldn’t know.
fight. fight. fight.
fight for air.
fight for terf.
fight for love.
fight for hate.
burn bridges you end up marooned on an island…completely alone.
maroon is the color of the minivan my parents owned when i was a child. This van is the first van i really remember and i liked sitting behind the drivers seat which is where my mom usually sat. One time the sliding door fell off when we were dropping my brother off.
Maroon splattered the walls. No one saw this coming. I could feel myself fall to the floor. Maybe, when they see the puddle, see the smooth mess in my matted hair, maybe they’ll know. They’ll see what they’ve done.
Is maroon a color or an insult? I like calling people maroons because that’s the way Bugs Bunny rolled and he did not tolerate nonsense from anyone.
camaroon baboon south africa cape of good hope cars feeding not allowed illegal tourists hollanders windmills cheese
kaaskopf
i have no idea what that is.. but let’s write.. it sounds cute, so im guessing it is a cute little animal.. hope it is.. an animal that lives in the forest and hibernates and eats insects and can i change the word???
Is maroon a color or an insult? I like calling people maroons because that’s the way Bugs Bunny rolled and he didn’t take shit from no body.
Maroon is the color of my blood as it spills onto the floor. You did this to me. You caused this liquid to flow. How does it feel? I hear the -plish plish- as it falls to the tiled floor, pooling in the dark red puddles. Its sad really, to think that I loved you this much to have such an effect on me.
the maroon mattress was something you don’t see everyday. it’s like a “blue moon” kind of thing, and it’s something that makes you really apreciate that not everything in this world is ordinary. usually, since the first time i took a breath into this world, ordinary things take up space. this maroon mattress contradicted that. when have you ever seen such a thing? i’ll tell you, never. i’ve never seen something more unique, even if it was only a mattres. baby steps into the uniquness of this world of ours that we live in.
Maroon is the color of his jacket, as he walks across the room. They stare at his openess, total lack of fear, and confidence. He reaches the punch bowl, dips in the spoon, and takes a sip.
as the maroon spilled across the table
she couldn’t help remember the wine
they drank that first night
and all the promises they’d made,
and now what was once wine is now blood
sprayed across this linen tablecloth
like the aftermath of an exploded contract
ripping apart her soul.
i don’t know what i’m doin in this world. it’s full of pleasyrees and greave
Everything, from the ceiling to the floor was painted in the cold maroon of death. If we had made it there soon everything would have been a fresh dark crimson red, but after hours of cooling in the mid of winter, the study was nothing more than a bloody gore for the police and I. They had me as a specialist to figure out what had dismantled the people that once sat in the clean room.
the colour of blood, the tears of a dream, passion and splendor and tragedy. heartbreak, sex, sensuality, dripping of fullness and infinite in depth.
warm comforting colour that reminds me of christmas and winter time, pot pouri and cinnamon, warm jumpers and wrapping up from the cold
The maroon ship glided through the turquoise waters. There was a sence of descovery, of exitement about the crew. Unspoken, everyone knew that this trip was not going to be like the others…
She walked down the high street wearing her maroon dress. To some men the colour made her look old, but to others it made her look regal and honoured. Either way, Melissa was getting attention from men left, right and centre and she knew it.
i am a maroon because they are better then almonds. If i was a maroon id taste so good with white chocolate chips. Ive never been any good by myself, but with my friends: sugar, flour, eggs and chocolate, together, we make a pretty good ass cookie.
Maroon is the same word I wrote about yesterday. Only yesterday, my only answer was, “I don’ t know what a maroon is.” Now I know that it’s the color of red, like blood or crawfish almost. When I think about the word maroon, for some reason I think about seafood. I think about shrimp or some lobster or something that you would find while deep-sea fishing.
lost on your own
feel relived
life is easy
the air makes me
happy again
A colour and a biscuit. A blase colour that illicits no emotion from me bar one of tasting poor medicine as a child.
It sounds like it should be the name of a coat.
Have you ever considered the color “maroon?” A shade of red, deepened as blood might be, carrying around a hint of rose in its hue. What a darkly depressing color, maroon. You might as well call it burgundy. Or mahogany. No, wait, that’s a wood, that wouldn’t work, would it?
No, it wouldn’t.
Sweater was maroon,
color of my memory.
Skin was honey,
the taste on my lips.
Sweet remembrance,
longing soul,
though they are lost now.
Forever in the depth of memory.
racoon, racoons are mean they bite and eat trash. they’re in my mommy’s backyard. she told me not to go back there because they were back there. that was during prom, prom wasn’t as much fin as i hoped it would be i didnt like my prom date im happy i dont have to talk to him anymore
The island was dark and quiet. The stillness almost suffocating. How long would she be marooned here? Out of the darkness came the sound of footsteps. Very carefully she picked up the spear that she had carved herself earlier that day. Standing ready, she listened as the sound came closer… Closer…”Abigail! Mom said it’s time to come in for dinner!” Abigail dusted of her apron and begun walking briskly across the field to the main house.
the shade of curtains in your room
the shade of blood spilt on the carpet
Maroon is a colour. I’m not even sure which colour it is. The words are in purple, so maybe it’s purple. It might also be a purple-ish red, like a bruise. It’s also part of the name of a particularly forgettable band called Maroon 5, but that’s all I remember about them. Damn, who knew I knew so little about maroon? I suppose it could refer to the act of being marooned, e.g. “I intend to maroon myself on a small island”. But why intentionally?