Shades of Black

Playtime for the Black children gets a bit out of hand.

A late night storm, nightmares, and a conversation between a young boy and his father.

They were doing it together, he said. And he helped out a friend, only to have it blow up in his face years later.

Battles are what make up a war. The Good Side fights the Evil Side, and both sides have their share of victories – and defeats. Fear, dread, tension, horror: they all seep through both sides of a conflict. There are memories; there are imaginings; there is terror; there is grief; there is life; there is death. And there is blood.

It was just another normal day – or so it seemed. But he had to confront him, he wanted to understand. And only two words were needed to make the other perish. But things don’t always turn out as they were planned.

He kept telling himself that he wasn’t there, that everything was just a nightmare. Only a nightmare, and he would surely wake up from the darkness soon. No matter how horrible a nightmare was, it always came to an end … And then, he would wake up. He would wake up from this nightmare.