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Red is love squared; red is burning your hand

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Red is the feeling when the sun soaks into your skin and wakes you up and you’re smiling before you’ve noticed how happy you are. It’s the moment when your heart begins to race and it’s rage that soars up from your belly and swims through your head. Red is the pulse of love through your limbs when a person touches your arm and their scent, still new to you, brushes over your skin. Red is the extremes of your passion: love or fury. It rushes over your edges and pushes them further apart.

Copy test #1

In no more than 100 words, describe the colour red to a blind person.

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Written by elikafm

April 5, 2010 at 7:20 pm

Posted in Copy Test

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  1. The world is not generally red: red stands out against the background. It’s the colour of:
    • the blood that you feel coursing through your veins; that people see through their eyelids when their eyes are closed to the sun;
    • the heat source on an electric fire or cooker, a glowing element that would fuse to your skin with excruciating pain were you to touch it;
    • the warning lights at the back of a car when your driver suddenly slows; the traffic light that makes them pause during the journey;
    • the box that you post letters into.

    FosterRuns

    April 6, 2010 at 2:19 pm

    • It is these things – but I had to describe it for a blind person. Hence the sensation stuff…. Thank you for reading it. I love getting feedback.

      elikafm

      April 6, 2010 at 2:33 pm

  2. Red is the warmth of life as it bleeds from a brother’s heart into you arms as you wait for help. The way it feels against your bare skin. It’s the skipping heartbeat and breathless disbelief that knifes through your soul as he says goodbye. And the helpless rage that fills you when he is gone.
    Red is pain.

    Red is the smell of her breath in the morning, the sound of her voice as it wakes and fills the air. Red is a wife’s tender promises, of hopeless optimism and reckless abandon.
    Red is joy.

    Sam

    April 15, 2010 at 2:39 pm


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