A swirl of uncertainty full of pink

Do you know or at least imagine how is to live in a Pink world? That is my case, I live in the pinkiest, sweetest and most cloyiest world ever imagined. My name is Rose...yes imagine that! And I hate pink!

I've been scouring the history textbooks and the various conspiracy theories and I am convinced. There used to be colors other than pink in this world, and some sinister prick decided to drain all of them. I tried pointing it out to my various other friends, but they dismissed me

I strode over to the pinkboard and grabbed an old marker pen, "Maybe this will help you to understand!". I started scrawling out a rough timeline but it was no use. What the hell were these stupid pens for anyway? I read the side of the marker: "Blue". This had to mean something.

Suddenly, the pinkboard split in the middle with a percussive crack, and each side slid halfway across the room, revealing a swirling portal in which stars swirled and lightning danced. I dropped the marker to the floor and stared into the void. I felt an unmistakable impulse to

step through the strange portal I’d suddenly created. At the same time, I felt a bit hesitant; the uncertainty of what lay beyond gripping me somewhere deep inside. After a moment of weighing the pros and cons, I decided that I should definitely

go home and watch those 90210 reruns I’d saved. After all, should it end disastrously I’d want to ensure I had no regrets. Six hours later I returned to the portal to face my destiny. Goodbye Peach Pit, hello world!