You know, the more I think about it, the more 'changing the color of things' seems like a great power. In books, if it's mentioned, it's almost always a joke. But think about it...
Change someone's retinas black, and they go blind.
Change someone's blood all blue, and they suffocate.
Make more of someone's blood white, and they heal faster.
Make the sky black in a certain area; the plants die, and people get sick (no vitamin D).
In the real world, if you could easily generate sunlight in concentrated doses, solar panel companies would be all over you.
Make the sun red, and the world is burned to a crisp.
Make yourself transparent and pass by security cameras.
One word; propaganda.
If there was a villain with this power, they'd be pretty much unstoppable. Destroying the world would be easy. Murder would only require a thought.
If there was a hero with this power, the book would be over in pages.
Forget flying or super-strength. Color-changing; now that's a real superpower.
That One Song
We were at this party the other day,
Things were good; it was in full sway,
Speakers were as loud as they could play,
We wondered how the time could get away.
They played that song you've got as a ringtone.
They played the song you hum when you're all alone.
They played a slow song, (no one asked you,)
They played a song that tells you what to do.
But then...
It was that one song that nobody knows,
You know how that is, you know how that goes.
You know it's the most awkward thing,
When you don't know what to sing.
It was that one song that nobody's heard,
You mumble, grumble, whisper the words,
And there's always that one guy who,
Belts it out right next to you.
Everyone was singing at the top of their voice,
It was automatic, didn't have a choice,
But there was one song that stopped us dead,
We hadn't heard it or seen it or even read.
'Cuz...
It was that one song that nobody knows,
You know how that is, you know how that goes.
You know it's the most awkward thing,
When you don't know what to sing.
It was that one song that nobody's heard,
You mumble, grumble, whisper the words,
And there's always that one guy who,
Belts it out right next to you.
Things were good; it was in full sway,
Speakers were as loud as they could play,
We wondered how the time could get away.
They played that song you've got as a ringtone.
They played the song you hum when you're all alone.
They played a slow song, (no one asked you,)
They played a song that tells you what to do.
But then...
It was that one song that nobody knows,
You know how that is, you know how that goes.
You know it's the most awkward thing,
When you don't know what to sing.
It was that one song that nobody's heard,
You mumble, grumble, whisper the words,
And there's always that one guy who,
Belts it out right next to you.
Everyone was singing at the top of their voice,
It was automatic, didn't have a choice,
But there was one song that stopped us dead,
We hadn't heard it or seen it or even read.
'Cuz...
It was that one song that nobody knows,
You know how that is, you know how that goes.
You know it's the most awkward thing,
When you don't know what to sing.
It was that one song that nobody's heard,
You mumble, grumble, whisper the words,
And there's always that one guy who,
Belts it out right next to you.
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